[ He does not wrench or whip the hand away this time, which says something- he is testing, slowly, the boundaries he can push and buttons he can press. He desires reactions, but he isn't interested in turning him off of it completely- that defeats the whole purpose.
They are close, now, mere inches from being flush. The smile, itself, is returned in kind, albeit not as soft. His head tilts at the first bit, interest piquing slightly...
And then Trahearne just...keeps going. And going.
Adelis' face slips into blankness, expression unflickering as he parses the fact that, wow, this guy is really just...pulling out his resume. On undead and dragons. Right here, in his bedroom. While Adelis doesn't look quite bored, per-say, he doesn't look impressed either, gaze dropping harsh at the hands that brush his waist suddenly as he contemplates how exactly to respond-
Only for him to freeze before hands reach out and latch onto Trahearne's shoulders as he's promptly lifted, finding himself in the other's arms as he stares down with surprise at the returning satisfied look in amber eyes.
...Bastard. ]
Careful I don't decide to get my proper vengeance- we are a revengeful folk, you'll find. [ His look is sharp from his perch, leaning down to grip the taller's chin between gloved fingers as they tap closer to the bed. He certainly won't let his position nor their difference stop him. ] And if you insist, then I can hardly argue.
[ More like- if he has to listen to the thesis he's going to straight up blueball this man, and opts to not attempt to needle that particular line of thinking again. Instead, Adelis reaches his free hand up to idly grip the leather between his teeth and pull it off slowly, before dropping it haphazardly to the floor. ]
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They are close, now, mere inches from being flush. The smile, itself, is returned in kind, albeit not as soft. His head tilts at the first bit, interest piquing slightly...
And then Trahearne just...keeps going. And going.
Adelis' face slips into blankness, expression unflickering as he parses the fact that, wow, this guy is really just...pulling out his resume. On undead and dragons. Right here, in his bedroom. While Adelis doesn't look quite bored, per-say, he doesn't look impressed either, gaze dropping harsh at the hands that brush his waist suddenly as he contemplates how exactly to respond-
Only for him to freeze before hands reach out and latch onto Trahearne's shoulders as he's promptly lifted, finding himself in the other's arms as he stares down with surprise at the returning satisfied look in amber eyes.
...Bastard. ]
Careful I don't decide to get my proper vengeance- we are a revengeful folk, you'll find. [ His look is sharp from his perch, leaning down to grip the taller's chin between gloved fingers as they tap closer to the bed. He certainly won't let his position nor their difference stop him. ] And if you insist, then I can hardly argue.
[ More like- if he has to listen to the thesis he's going to straight up blueball this man, and opts to not attempt to needle that particular line of thinking again. Instead, Adelis reaches his free hand up to idly grip the leather between his teeth and pull it off slowly, before dropping it haphazardly to the floor. ]
Do your best to not disappoint me, then.