@rishar von eckhart. ah…
his voice quavers slightly when rishar takes his claw away—his last defense against his lover’s charm. his eyes flutter under the gaze of rishar before he lets out a shaky exhale.
then please… kiss me, my love.
he can’t resist rishar, no matter how much he tries. leaning in closer, a soft whine leaves his lips.
@kija. brows raise, not expecting the confession to come so easily; but rishar is not one to shy from an opportunity handed to him
what a surprise–
he raises himself up onto his hands before shifting his weight back to his knees, his fingers curl around kija's wrist and slowly moves his claw back down to bear witness to the beauty underneath. he leans in closer
i want to kiss you too.
@rishar von eckhart. i…
his voice grows faint, fading away on his ears as his gaze focuses on rishar’s lips.
i want to kiss you.
the words leave his mouth before he can think to shut himself up. his claw immediately comes up to cover his lips in surprise.
i-i mean… um…
@kija. a grin comes to him as if it always belonged; no stranger to stray glances, he doesn't miss the way kija's eyes linger to his mouth, inciting rishar to wet his lips in the same moment
are you sure? if there's anything you want to say, you know i will listen.
h-huh?!
he gulps, looking back down at rishar with wide eyes; an exceedingly bad choice he finds, seeing rishar look up at him, pretty-eyed, lashes fluttering. his gaze wanders a moment too long on his mate’s lips before he rapidly shakes his head
u-uhm, no ! nope, not at all, heh…
i wonder...
he muses aloud, lifting his head and gaze, not enough to disrupt where it remains comfortably perched on kija's legs but, to catch the effect of his partially purposeful affection as it blooms across kija's visage
it looks like i may not be the only one preoccupied. is there something on your mind, darling?
kija’s cheeks heat up as rishar seems to not know what he’s doing. or perhaps kija is the shameless one, envisioning sinful acts as rishar takes ahold of his waist and presses closer. after all, his lover only seems to be cuddling him. kija clears his throat
a-and what would that be, hm?
hm, perhaps, though i'm focused on something far more important at the moment.
hums in content, blissfully ignorant to the reaction above him as he nuzzles closer and relaxes in the company of his beloved. rishar wraps an arm around his waist, a need to hold kija, touch him, keep him as close to his person as possible
you- were...
kija's cheeks heat up as rishar gets cuddly and he bashfully covers his mouth with the back of his hand, clearing his throat
ah... um... well, whatever it was, if it was important, you'll remember it.
@luka. [sh] grins cheekily up at luka, hoping she would have evaded it but eventually sighs before she glances down at her leg.
… sometimes, my leg still hurts. nothing is there but mechanical parts and yet- it aches… I can’t help but wonder what it’d be like… to have someone massage your muscles and caress over mechanical parts in reverence.
do you understand what i’m saying?