[ A soft noise escapes him when Sunday reaches out for his ears, admiring the shape of them, and just as the man assumed, they're deliciously sensitive, quivering underneath the gentlest touch. He doesn't move away from Sunday's reach, even leaning into it as if encouraging him to keep exploring.
Six is careful with the feathers he touches too, his teeth worrying Sunday's bottom lip lightly. But when the other man flinches against him, he pauses everything that he's doing, unsure if he just went too far— only to be reassured that Sunday doesn't mind, even urging him to keep going. So he does it again, nipping at the man before delving his tongue deeper into that warm mouth.
He murmurs against the kiss, soft and cautious. ]
Should we move?
[ The bed isn't too far from where they are, and the bathroom is hardly the place for something like this. He doesn't wait for Sunday to answer before he's already guiding the other to stand up. ]
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Six is careful with the feathers he touches too, his teeth worrying Sunday's bottom lip lightly. But when the other man flinches against him, he pauses everything that he's doing, unsure if he just went too far— only to be reassured that Sunday doesn't mind, even urging him to keep going. So he does it again, nipping at the man before delving his tongue deeper into that warm mouth.
He murmurs against the kiss, soft and cautious. ]
Should we move?
[ The bed isn't too far from where they are, and the bathroom is hardly the place for something like this. He doesn't wait for Sunday to answer before he's already guiding the other to stand up. ]