*He returns the smirk, briefly, trying to push away from Kristoph a little, using his hands on his shoulders for leverage. There's a soft curse, muffled by the kiss, when Kristoph pulls him closer - and a harsher expletive as his head is yanked back. He can't hold back a startled moan at the bite, at the friction of their bodies and the wash of sensation it brings.
A moment when he wavers, eyes closed - his world reduced for a few seconds to the feel of Kristoph's mouth on his throat, and the feel of his body under his hands - then he struggles against the pain of the fingers pulling tightly on his hair until he regains some freedom to move.
He regards Kristoph for a second, breathless but with a smirk, leaning in until his lips brush Kristoph's ear*
And you seem to want for patience today, Kristoph Gavin. It's most unlike you.
*And he chuckles, almost a whisper, before his teeth catch on the lobe and he bites it, sharply but carefully.*
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A moment when he wavers, eyes closed - his world reduced for a few seconds to the feel of Kristoph's mouth on his throat, and the feel of his body under his hands - then he struggles against the pain of the fingers pulling tightly on his hair until he regains some freedom to move.
He regards Kristoph for a second, breathless but with a smirk, leaning in until his lips brush Kristoph's ear*
And you seem to want for patience today, Kristoph Gavin. It's most unlike you.
*And he chuckles, almost a whisper, before his teeth catch on the lobe and he bites it, sharply but carefully.*