[Acrid liquor soon supplants the lingering taste of vitae exchanged between their mouths. Charlie idly misses the tepid taste, as alcohol's sugar-rot makes the back of his throat twinge in disgust.
With every discomfort, he leans farther forward into his partner. He digs his tongue deeper into his mouth, worries lip between his teeth, and squeezes his side more harshly. Resolutely indulging, Charlie banishes any hitch in his fun without care for the bruises he leaves in his wake.
Until the man's humanity is impossible to ignore. He can feel Baptiste lagging, responses to his affection delayed and leaden. With a twitch of his lip, Charlie reaches up to grab the jaw of his entertainment, pushing him back.]
You're gettin' tired, aren't you? [The space between them is once again, too cold. All of the warmth left in Charlie's mouth vanishes as he speaks. His gaze rakes over Baptiste's features, scrutinizing how his jaw has slackened and his posture has dipped heavily. He derives no satisfaction from outlasting the man - Charlie looks disappointed.
He lets go of Baptiste's face and twists in his stool to stand. Though they're clearly done with any physicality, there's a nagging buzz in his head that won't let him send Baptiste away.] Want me to walk you to your room?
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With every discomfort, he leans farther forward into his partner. He digs his tongue deeper into his mouth, worries lip between his teeth, and squeezes his side more harshly. Resolutely indulging, Charlie banishes any hitch in his fun without care for the bruises he leaves in his wake.
Until the man's humanity is impossible to ignore. He can feel Baptiste lagging, responses to his affection delayed and leaden. With a twitch of his lip, Charlie reaches up to grab the jaw of his entertainment, pushing him back.]
You're gettin' tired, aren't you? [The space between them is once again, too cold. All of the warmth left in Charlie's mouth vanishes as he speaks. His gaze rakes over Baptiste's features, scrutinizing how his jaw has slackened and his posture has dipped heavily. He derives no satisfaction from outlasting the man - Charlie looks disappointed.
He lets go of Baptiste's face and twists in his stool to stand. Though they're clearly done with any physicality, there's a nagging buzz in his head that won't let him send Baptiste away.] Want me to walk you to your room?