[He takes up the kiss without hesitation, a comfortable and confident sort of energy in how he tries to coax that mouth open a little further against his. A sound of pleasure rises, heated and muffled against their lips with a shiver down his back, as the rosebud frees to open air and into Ainosuke's waiting grip. A deep, warm blue, like the depths of the sea.
The kiss pushes a little. A little more. And when Ainosuke withdraws to crown his Bride for the hour, Solomon's eyes are locked on him, a warm daze of pleasure contrasting the colder, hungry sharpness in his gaze.
He can't touch. So his hands move to tuck into the folds of his own shirt instead, as though he means to tease a stripping. But it doesn't take much fabric moved to show there might be a reason why the man doesn't show much skin. Traces of dark, foreign script, symbols and pentagrams and circles that follow the contures of his stomach up to his chest.]
Am I forbidden from this, as well? Or will you deign to strip me properly?
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The kiss pushes a little. A little more. And when Ainosuke withdraws to crown his Bride for the hour, Solomon's eyes are locked on him, a warm daze of pleasure contrasting the colder, hungry sharpness in his gaze.
He can't touch. So his hands move to tuck into the folds of his own shirt instead, as though he means to tease a stripping. But it doesn't take much fabric moved to show there might be a reason why the man doesn't show much skin. Traces of dark, foreign script, symbols and pentagrams and circles that follow the contures of his stomach up to his chest.]
Am I forbidden from this, as well? Or will you deign to strip me properly?