[This time Emil leans forward so that he can press himself up against Richter's body, gasping a bit at the skin contact. Oh, that feels good... A part of him is surprised at how he can be this aroused from nothing more than some kissing and massaging; the rest of him is more focused on finding a way to relieve some of the steadily-growing tension. Hey, Richter, you need to get your pants off too. Feeling suddenly bold, he slips a hand beneath the waistband of the other's pants to touch him.]
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