[His tongue probed and drew back, alternating between trying to suck his entire mouth down and trying to orally smother him. Even as the growl dies down, it's a loud kiss, artlessly moist. Angling Klavier's face however his whims drive him, one grip loosens bit by bit, starting with his thumb stroking at the side of his cheek, feeling the movements of their mouths together. The bangs surrounding his face are pushed back then, fingers groping along his scalp, cupping the back of his neck, the crook of his arm moving until his elbow his half hooked around his shoulder. The other hand keeps a firm grip on his chin, keeping his head angled back in case he gets any ideas such as trying to gain leverage by using the desk for a height boost.
Not giving him the freedom to move into or away from it, the kiss become more externally focused. Greed begins to draw away, more and more shallow kisses, of increasingly short duration. If this keeps up, it's going to get messy. Complicated. It's a situation that has far too little to do with lust and entirely too much want for his comfort.
He's known it for a while. They need to stop doing this. Even if he's convinced Klavier doesn't have the capacity to read into actions, even if neither of them are prone to necessitating anything intimate with raw physical pleasure, there's a matter of his own principles.
And then it's mouth to mouth again, hard enough to make teeth clash, full on and greedy. Why kid himself?]
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Not giving him the freedom to move into or away from it, the kiss become more externally focused. Greed begins to draw away, more and more shallow kisses, of increasingly short duration. If this keeps up, it's going to get messy. Complicated. It's a situation that has far too little to do with lust and entirely too much want for his comfort.
He's known it for a while. They need to stop doing this. Even if he's convinced Klavier doesn't have the capacity to read into actions, even if neither of them are prone to necessitating anything intimate with raw physical pleasure, there's a matter of his own principles.
And then it's mouth to mouth again, hard enough to make teeth clash, full on and greedy. Why kid himself?]