Those emotions don't even cause him to blink. They are just further confirmation of what he already knows. Dangerous. Deadly. Wanting... him...
The hairs on the back of his neck don't rise this time, now that he has a better idea of what you are, and the predatory lust does not give him pause (though carefully, oh so carefully, it is filed in the back of his mind along with everything else he knows, as it flags his attention). He would not stop now even if given cause to feel disturbed - to hesitate in battle is suicide. And though this is not battle, sometimes it is better to push through to the end.
It is the split second of inattention he finds jarring though. There is someone else here with them, or at least something, if only for the moment. A wondering thought for when the kiss has ended - he is not so impolite to take his attention off someone while busy with them - and not enough to cause him any jealousy.
Probably someone from home.
And as he's pressed close, the wondering fades to the distant background as the kissing begins in ernest and lips truly begin to duel. He lightly and playfully nips your lower lip as you draw back from scraping his... smiling as this tiny round comes to a close.
Just a taste.
They are still pressed together awfully close. He's comfortable for now like that, arms loosely around you, fingertips lightly caressing the fabric over your spine.
He tilts his head slightly, and the smile becomes a shade more inquiring.]
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Those emotions don't even cause him to blink. They are just further confirmation of what he already knows. Dangerous. Deadly. Wanting... him...
The hairs on the back of his neck don't rise this time, now that he has a better idea of what you are, and the predatory lust does not give him pause (though carefully, oh so carefully, it is filed in the back of his mind along with everything else he knows, as it flags his attention). He would not stop now even if given cause to feel disturbed - to hesitate in battle is suicide. And though this is not battle, sometimes it is better to push through to the end.
It is the split second of inattention he finds jarring though. There is someone else here with them, or at least something, if only for the moment. A wondering thought for when the kiss has ended - he is not so impolite to take his attention off someone while busy with them - and not enough to cause him any jealousy.
Probably someone from home.
And as he's pressed close, the wondering fades to the distant background as the kissing begins in ernest and lips truly begin to duel. He lightly and playfully nips your lower lip as you draw back from scraping his... smiling as this tiny round comes to a close.
Just a taste.
They are still pressed together awfully close. He's comfortable for now like that, arms loosely around you, fingertips lightly caressing the fabric over your spine.
He tilts his head slightly, and the smile becomes a shade more inquiring.]
So... about that weekend...