[Eiden's 'encouragement' accomplishes just what it needed to do. The toying at his chest coaxes Baptiste's hips to buck out of the rhythm he'd set. A gasp melts into that of a groan. It was a plea.
Yet this 'upset' in his flow does not deter him. In fact, the gaze he gives Eiden is filled with amusement. He licks his lips slowly, as if to savor the buzz that moan had left in his mouth.]
[Baptiste's eyes follow Eiden's gaze before he reaches out to grasp the bottle of alcohol from its resting spot.... and tip it onto the fruits in the bowl. As drink flows from the bottle, Baptiste's back arches in a silent goading. The tingling heat up that dragged up his sides and onto his chest thanks to the oil Eiden had shared is intoxicating - especially when paired with those teasing fingers.
The man looks down at Eiden as he sets the empty bottle down. He plucks an alcohol-coated fruit from the bowl. He turns it over in his finger tips before speaking.]
It has yet to even truly begin. [There is palpable fondness in his voice as he says this. He glances back down at Eiden to give him a wink-
And in the blink of an eye - and some classic misdirection for his sleight of hand - the orangeberry is set aflame. The fire flickers for just long enough to be a flash of light between the two of them before its gone. Baptiste pops it into his mouth as he leans forward.
The flame dies, the fruit is devoured, yet its heat remains on his tongue. Baptiste leans forward to quickly capture Eiden's lips in a kiss - pressing his fire-warmed tongue into Eiden's mouth for a greedy kiss.]
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Yet this 'upset' in his flow does not deter him. In fact, the gaze he gives Eiden is filled with amusement. He licks his lips slowly, as if to savor the buzz that moan had left in his mouth.]
[Baptiste's eyes follow Eiden's gaze before he reaches out to grasp the bottle of alcohol from its resting spot.... and tip it onto the fruits in the bowl. As drink flows from the bottle, Baptiste's back arches in a silent goading. The tingling heat up that dragged up his sides and onto his chest thanks to the oil Eiden had shared is intoxicating - especially when paired with those teasing fingers.
The man looks down at Eiden as he sets the empty bottle down. He plucks an alcohol-coated fruit from the bowl. He turns it over in his finger tips before speaking.]
It has yet to even truly begin. [There is palpable fondness in his voice as he says this. He glances back down at Eiden to give him a wink-
And in the blink of an eye - and some classic misdirection for his sleight of hand - the orangeberry is set aflame. The fire flickers for just long enough to be a flash of light between the two of them before its gone. Baptiste pops it into his mouth as he leans forward.
The flame dies, the fruit is devoured, yet its heat remains on his tongue. Baptiste leans forward to quickly capture Eiden's lips in a kiss - pressing his fire-warmed tongue into Eiden's mouth for a greedy kiss.]