( He's already happy, what more can he ask for? (More, of course!) (They're happily insatiable like that.)
Arms unwinding from where they've been his perch, they wrap loose around Ish's neck as his weight bears down a little more against him, Hwylryn fond of how Ish feels against his shape; that he feels comfortably broad enough for him to lay within.
Hwylryn presses in a little deeper this time, matching Ish's greater attempt, but still he's luxuriously indulgent; pleased with the taste of them as they are, not in rush to give up where they are, at their particular pace. If they could spend a hundred years, at least, on each milimetre of their progression, he wouldn't mind it one bit.
Into the kiss: )
Mmmm... If I didn't know any better, I'd say some part of you feels happier than me.
( Genuine, or innuendo? (Both) (It's both) (He's not stopping the kiss if he can help it, both arms still wrapped around Ish's neck so,) (He can't stop teasing his apple-cheeked witch it's one of his many passions...) )
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Arms unwinding from where they've been his perch, they wrap loose around Ish's neck as his weight bears down a little more against him, Hwylryn fond of how Ish feels against his shape; that he feels comfortably broad enough for him to lay within.
Hwylryn presses in a little deeper this time, matching Ish's greater attempt, but still he's luxuriously indulgent; pleased with the taste of them as they are, not in rush to give up where they are, at their particular pace. If they could spend a hundred years, at least, on each milimetre of their progression, he wouldn't mind it one bit.
Into the kiss: )
Mmmm... If I didn't know any better, I'd say some part of you feels happier than me.
( Genuine, or innuendo? (Both) (It's both) (He's not stopping the kiss if he can help it, both arms still wrapped around Ish's neck so,) (He can't stop teasing his apple-cheeked witch it's one of his many passions...) )