▶ WHO: Adelis and you! ▶ WHAT: February Catch-all ▶ WHEN: Until March ▶ WHERE: All over ▶ WARNINGS: Adelis' no good very bad vampirism Canon Update, NSFW (of various flavors), TBA
[ The noise Adelis makes in the back of his throat is nothing short of vaguely disgusted. This bitch....
He's irritated, yes, but not how he usually would be. Not with the knowledge he has now, and not with the vague sense of a clock hanging overhead that ticks down every second loud in his ears. There's something in how Mishka delights in touching him, dragging his fingers over every mark Adelis goes out of his way to hide now, that makes the heat seeping into his skin rush towards his face.
Before his fingers can move to pull out the item itself, his grip in Mishka's shirt tightens abruptly as he's promptly dipped backwards, fingers wrapping around his hand as he finds himself staring up at the taller man with wide eyes. The way lips press to his ear force him to suppress a shiver, but he's not giving in that easily. ]
You've got quite the stones if you think a few hugs and handsy touches will put up a proper fight against the chill. [ Fucker. He's still trying to wrap his hand around that hidden matchbox, albeit with more difficulty. ] It sounds more like you've simply got every excuse lined up for shoving your hands in my clothes.
[ The touch is nice, admittedly, but he's not going to up and say that out loud. Just because Adelis can't make eye contact right now doesn't mean he can't make his testiness known, hand sliding up to faintly dig nails in his neck. ]
And I'm certainly not getting any warmer down here. Idiot.
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He's irritated, yes, but not how he usually would be. Not with the knowledge he has now, and not with the vague sense of a clock hanging overhead that ticks down every second loud in his ears. There's something in how Mishka delights in touching him, dragging his fingers over every mark Adelis goes out of his way to hide now, that makes the heat seeping into his skin rush towards his face.
Before his fingers can move to pull out the item itself, his grip in Mishka's shirt tightens abruptly as he's promptly dipped backwards, fingers wrapping around his hand as he finds himself staring up at the taller man with wide eyes. The way lips press to his ear force him to suppress a shiver, but he's not giving in that easily. ]
You've got quite the stones if you think a few hugs and handsy touches will put up a proper fight against the chill. [ Fucker. He's still trying to wrap his hand around that hidden matchbox, albeit with more difficulty. ] It sounds more like you've simply got every excuse lined up for shoving your hands in my clothes.
[ The touch is nice, admittedly, but he's not going to up and say that out loud. Just because Adelis can't make eye contact right now doesn't mean he can't make his testiness known, hand sliding up to faintly dig nails in his neck. ]
And I'm certainly not getting any warmer down here. Idiot.