*He smirks a little at that gasp, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss; his fingers tightening on the arm of the sofa at the awkwardness of the position.
The scent of Kristoph, the taste of him - his mouth and his skin - and the feel of Kristoph's hands on his body are all too familiar now. He can imagine the coolness of those fingers on his fire-warmed skin already; feel that tongue and those teeth on his shoulders and his neck and his throat.
He slides the hand on Kristoph's hip upwards, tugging the belt undone before slipping under Kristoph's shirt. And then it's his turn to gasp, breaking the kiss for a moment to take a deep breath.*
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Date: 2008-07-02 04:55 pm (UTC)The scent of Kristoph, the taste of him - his mouth and his skin - and the feel of Kristoph's hands on his body are all too familiar now. He can imagine the coolness of those fingers on his fire-warmed skin already; feel that tongue and those teeth on his shoulders and his neck and his throat.
He slides the hand on Kristoph's hip upwards, tugging the belt undone before slipping under Kristoph's shirt. And then it's his turn to gasp, breaking the kiss for a moment to take a deep breath.*