[ Lon’qu watches him, trying and failing not to look as nervous as he felt. It’s not even the fact that this is his first kiss—no, perhaps his real brush with genuine physical intimacy. It’s…
He shuts his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable, before… ]
…?
[ The hot brand of Wriothesley’s mouth on his cheek manages to draw a little gasp out of him. ]
no subject
He shuts his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable, before… ]
…?
[ The hot brand of Wriothesley’s mouth on his cheek manages to draw a little gasp out of him. ]
Wh—What…