[ On that, they agree- willingly is circumstantial, and he would rather fight for it than fully submit himself to anyone just like that. It would take a level of trust he has never handed out, and he doesn't plan to, anytime soon.
The door clicks, and Adelis is keenly aware of the eyes raking his form- not an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unwelcome one, either.
What a tone that is, hm. For such a passionate man, he's full of surprises.
Turned around, the hand on his shoulder and request earns naught but a light tilt of the head. To touch is one thing, but to stand and admire? What a quaint request...or as quaint as it can be, when Trahearne breaches his space and they are nearly flush. Adelis doesn't so much as flinch, although he does have to crane his neck up to actually meet his gaze- and he's even wearing his bloody shoes, too. Honestly. ]
You can consider yourself fortunate. [ He hums, unblinkingly. ] Normally, I'd charge a fee for both looking and touching.
[ The edges of Trahearne's face blur as the glasses are gingerly tugged off his face, and that does make him blink the slightest- few would dare touch those, but at least he's gentle with them. If he wasn't, he'd be taking the cost out of him in another way.
His chin tilts, and Trahearne will find Adelis' skin is cool to the touch- not warm, like most humans would be. Not for much longer, of course, as the lips press to his own- and if he is expecting anything less than retaliation at the sharp press of teeth, he's sorrowfully mistaken.
Adelis' gloved hands coil upwards, with one's fingers digging taut into the foliage of the taller's hair as his own teeth snap back. Since he's been kind enough to leave his mouth open, a tongue presses into the other's mouth, exploratory but no less sharp in nature. The other hand presses to the back of Trahearne's neck, to tug him in closer.
He pushes himself up- further on his toes, since the heels aren't doing the trick. ]
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The door clicks, and Adelis is keenly aware of the eyes raking his form- not an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unwelcome one, either.
What a tone that is, hm. For such a passionate man, he's full of surprises.
Turned around, the hand on his shoulder and request earns naught but a light tilt of the head. To touch is one thing, but to stand and admire? What a quaint request...or as quaint as it can be, when Trahearne breaches his space and they are nearly flush. Adelis doesn't so much as flinch, although he does have to crane his neck up to actually meet his gaze- and he's even wearing his bloody shoes, too. Honestly. ]
You can consider yourself fortunate. [ He hums, unblinkingly. ] Normally, I'd charge a fee for both looking and touching.
[ The edges of Trahearne's face blur as the glasses are gingerly tugged off his face, and that does make him blink the slightest- few would dare touch those, but at least he's gentle with them. If he wasn't, he'd be taking the cost out of him in another way.
His chin tilts, and Trahearne will find Adelis' skin is cool to the touch- not warm, like most humans would be. Not for much longer, of course, as the lips press to his own- and if he is expecting anything less than retaliation at the sharp press of teeth, he's sorrowfully mistaken.
Adelis' gloved hands coil upwards, with one's fingers digging taut into the foliage of the taller's hair as his own teeth snap back. Since he's been kind enough to leave his mouth open, a tongue presses into the other's mouth, exploratory but no less sharp in nature. The other hand presses to the back of Trahearne's neck, to tug him in closer.
He pushes himself up- further on his toes, since the heels aren't doing the trick. ]