Small pleasantly panicked thoughts aside, the face in his neck feels good, pulse no better than a hummingbird beneath his lips. They're moving, too. The lips. Siffrin is vaguely aware that G'raha is saying something, something to do with the hand on his thigh and the lingering tingle of his own lips and tongue, head lighter than it had been a moment ago.
... Something to do with the hand in his hair, the flush of both their bodies... ]
Um. [ Promise? Promise... Oh. Oh. ] Oh. Right, your promise. For the next time.
[ Truly, when it comes to being served what they dish out, Siffrin simply cannot handle it. Embarrassment floods their system just as much as the same desire to be close, to be the reason for G'raha's pleasure, to-- well, feel good the way they did then, because it is fun, with him.
A glance off the side of the branch, a full beat as they try to decide if this is where they should "keep him in check" as promised, or if that point came and went somewhere between climbing into his lap and pretending his chest was a mountain to scale.
...
But the longing...
(You've always been awful at saying no anyways.) ]
As long as you swear you won't, my Raha. Can't think of anything that'd lose the mood quicker.
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maybe definitely teased him too much!!!!!!!!!)
Small pleasantly panicked thoughts aside, the face in his neck feels good, pulse no better than a hummingbird beneath his lips. They're moving, too. The lips. Siffrin is vaguely aware that G'raha is saying something, something to do with the hand on his thigh and the lingering tingle of his own lips and tongue, head lighter than it had been a moment ago.
... Something to do with the hand in his hair, the flush of both their bodies... ]
Um. [ Promise? Promise... Oh. Oh. ] Oh. Right, your promise. For the next time.
[ Truly, when it comes to being served what they dish out, Siffrin simply cannot handle it. Embarrassment floods their system just as much as the same desire to be close, to be the reason for G'raha's pleasure, to-- well, feel good the way they did then, because it is fun, with him.
A glance off the side of the branch, a full beat as they try to decide if this is where they should "keep him in check" as promised, or if that point came and went somewhere between climbing into his lap and pretending his chest was a mountain to scale.
...
But the longing...
(You've always been awful at saying no anyways.) ]
As long as you swear you won't, my Raha. Can't think of anything that'd lose the mood quicker.