[ Maybe he shouldn't allow it to slide, but he is now and he certainly will in the future, though knowing that they have a long, long time to address every little notch between them makes it easier to put his probing aside to enjoy a moment like this. It's greedy and selfish, but G'raha can't help it. He's been thinking about this for nearly two weeks now, and it's why his tongue slides along theirs with a feverish sort of longing, a small sound emanating from the back of his throat when they properly pin him in against the tree.

His fingers curl in their hair, breaths heavy with circles traced into his skin, setting his nerves alight. This is a feeling he doesn't want to let go of, not right now. He needs to burn it into his skin, sear it into his memories, tattoo it to his lips and tongue like the Archon marks.

With a sigh, he breaks the kiss momentarily, pressing his face into Siffrin's neck and settling his lips against his pulse point. ]

'Twould be dangerous to do as I promised two weeks ago.

[ Claiming him, he means. ]

Though I am certain you are aware.

[ He can tell that this is a balancing act for them, pressed against him and the tree as they are, and G'raha grips more tightly onto their thigh. ]

Even so, I will not allow you to fall.