[ he watches every movement with the acuity of a starving animal, the liquid pouring out and bringing him to curiously cant his head a little to get a better view. of course, he doesn't get long to admire it before baptiste seems to just. set it right on fire. its citrus scent lingers in the air, fills his lungs before it's gone and their mouths meet.
eiden can't help but hum in delight when they kiss, his hands sliding upwards - one to curl in the other's hair, and the second to remain on his chest, happy to continue to grope if it warms him even further to him.
he licks into his mouth, gently at first, then ravenous, the light clip of teeth on the other man's lower lip serving as an invitation. he likes the heat, the residual warmth of the flame that makes his blood pump sharply. he can feel every prickle of sweat acutely on his skin - like the fruit's ability to give over sensitivity has leeched out into its scent from its citrus-y outer casing. ]
Hah -
[ when he pulls back for breath and reprieve from the heat for a moment, cool air filling his lungs, he can feel a surge of giddiness as he laughs, lets that hand on his chest slide downwards slowly between them to brush the curve of a hip, to slide over to grab baptiste's thigh climbing with fingers to grab at his ass playfully, slinking fingers under his shorts to meet skin with skin. this is his handle now. this ass. he is holding on for dear life (and to help push him further into the grind, so he can feel just how hard eiden is under that skimpy suit.) ]
Impressive... [ another slow roll of his hips, an earnest rut against him as he takes his mouth again, breathing done, more kissing now - pressing in eagerly, eye fluttering shut again. he wants to taste more of the heat where he can, a cloudy obsession for it filling his skull, addicted to just how clearly he can feel each rolling drop of oil on his skin, sending shivers prickling along his skin. ]
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eiden can't help but hum in delight when they kiss, his hands sliding upwards - one to curl in the other's hair, and the second to remain on his chest, happy to continue to grope if it warms him even further to him.
he licks into his mouth, gently at first, then ravenous, the light clip of teeth on the other man's lower lip serving as an invitation. he likes the heat, the residual warmth of the flame that makes his blood pump sharply. he can feel every prickle of sweat acutely on his skin - like the fruit's ability to give over sensitivity has leeched out into its scent from its citrus-y outer casing. ]
Hah -
[ when he pulls back for breath and reprieve from the heat for a moment, cool air filling his lungs, he can feel a surge of giddiness as he laughs, lets that hand on his chest slide downwards slowly between them to brush the curve of a hip, to slide over to grab baptiste's thigh climbing with fingers to grab at his ass playfully, slinking fingers under his shorts to meet skin with skin. this is his handle now. this ass. he is holding on for dear life (and to help push him further into the grind, so he can feel just how hard eiden is under that skimpy suit.) ]
Impressive... [ another slow roll of his hips, an earnest rut against him as he takes his mouth again, breathing done, more kissing now - pressing in eagerly, eye fluttering shut again. he wants to taste more of the heat where he can, a cloudy obsession for it filling his skull, addicted to just how clearly he can feel each rolling drop of oil on his skin, sending shivers prickling along his skin. ]