[ Laughter peels from him, loud and freeing, as Hal yelps and flails, and he just continues cackling and spinning madly until the final stop is shouted. He comes to an immediate and abrupt halt, though eyes remain on Hal's face, taking in the joyful expression and the way his smile seems to light up his entire face, laughter a full body act in shaking him all over. Eventually, though, he glances around to where they've stopped and notices a wall nearby. Hm. ] Close enough.
[ And with that, he places Hal down to his feet once more, just in front of the wall, his back facing the Huntsman, and wide, calloused hands slide over lightly toned shoulders, down Hal's elegantly slim arms while Eric presses light kisses along the back of his neck, the juncture of his shoulders. When his hands clasp around the backs of the prince's, the Huntsman pulls them up, remembering how he loves to stare at them, feel them, admire the beautiful, long fingers, and he places them firmly against the surface of the wall. ] Allow me to help in your decoration. [ He mumbles against his ear, strands of blond tickling his lips, and there's a leg wedging between Hal's naked thighs, a foot pushing at the inside of his ankles, urging him to spread. ]
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[ And with that, he places Hal down to his feet once more, just in front of the wall, his back facing the Huntsman, and wide, calloused hands slide over lightly toned shoulders, down Hal's elegantly slim arms while Eric presses light kisses along the back of his neck, the juncture of his shoulders. When his hands clasp around the backs of the prince's, the Huntsman pulls them up, remembering how he loves to stare at them, feel them, admire the beautiful, long fingers, and he places them firmly against the surface of the wall. ] Allow me to help in your decoration. [ He mumbles against his ear, strands of blond tickling his lips, and there's a leg wedging between Hal's naked thighs, a foot pushing at the inside of his ankles, urging him to spread. ]