( wriothesley takes pains to give him clarity. whereas he had often been elusive in the past, mischievous and just out of reach for others, warm but not close, neuvillette has learned that the man has often been more than that for him; and now, he lets him know exactly where they stand, offering transparency in return for neuvillette's earnest honesty.
my hero, he says, and neuvillette feels the tips of his ears turn pink, intensifying when he leans forward so boldly to press his lips to his. neuvillette had asked, and wriothesley has so willingly given, the warmth of his lips chasing all coherent thought from his mind. warm, soft; the swipe of the duke's tongue is sensuous, and he parts his lips to invite him in, deepening the kiss.
neuvillette shifts forward, tongue lightly touching his and savoring the taste of him before he —
— wriothesley's pulling away, and without thinking, the dragon gives chase, lavender eyes dark and focused with the singular desire for more. he barely registers the question, the endearing twitch of his ears, his hungry gaze flicking down to his lips, to those flushed cheeks and ears, then back down to his lips again. he has been given a taste of him, divine and exhilarating. instead of responding, however, neuvillette only lunges forward, a hand cupping the back of wriothesley's head to keep him cradled, and sealing his lips to his again.
this time, words will not do. he's the one who seeks access, to taste and tangle and memorize him for himself. )
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my hero, he says, and neuvillette feels the tips of his ears turn pink, intensifying when he leans forward so boldly to press his lips to his. neuvillette had asked, and wriothesley has so willingly given, the warmth of his lips chasing all coherent thought from his mind. warm, soft; the swipe of the duke's tongue is sensuous, and he parts his lips to invite him in, deepening the kiss.
neuvillette shifts forward, tongue lightly touching his and savoring the taste of him before he —
— wriothesley's pulling away, and without thinking, the dragon gives chase, lavender eyes dark and focused with the singular desire for more. he barely registers the question, the endearing twitch of his ears, his hungry gaze flicking down to his lips, to those flushed cheeks and ears, then back down to his lips again. he has been given a taste of him, divine and exhilarating. instead of responding, however, neuvillette only lunges forward, a hand cupping the back of wriothesley's head to keep him cradled, and sealing his lips to his again.
this time, words will not do. he's the one who seeks access, to taste and tangle and memorize him for himself. )