[A pierced tongue greets him, and Baptiste has to wonder just how wild the man before him is underneath a prim façade. From nipple piercings to such an indulgent reaction to... this?
Baptiste smiles against the kiss. His tongue eager to greet the hardware he finds embedded in the tongue that had been bold enough to emerge. His own eyes close as his teeth graze Olivine's tongue. A gentle click of metal against enamel as Baptiste is gentle with his initial attentions towards that tongue piercing. He'd never encountered someone with one - so he tests the waters of what physicality it can take.
As his tongue presses forward to trace along Olivine's teeth, Baptiste's hand raises to brush some of the still-cool whipped cream away from the bud of the other man's nipple. A soft graze of warmth to overtake the sticky cool that had rested there before. The chilled metal under his finger brings him pause.
Before the pad of this thumb runs over it. An motion that gives the slightest tug to the chains interconnected with the jewelry he toys with...
Then he pauses. Breaking the entanglement of tongues to look gaze at the smaller man sprawled before him.]
Should I help you clean up? [Innocent words are laced with an impure intent. Playful. Cheeky. Yet undeniably salacious - even in the perspective of strangers who have yet to exchange names.]
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Baptiste smiles against the kiss. His tongue eager to greet the hardware he finds embedded in the tongue that had been bold enough to emerge. His own eyes close as his teeth graze Olivine's tongue. A gentle click of metal against enamel as Baptiste is gentle with his initial attentions towards that tongue piercing. He'd never encountered someone with one - so he tests the waters of what physicality it can take.
As his tongue presses forward to trace along Olivine's teeth, Baptiste's hand raises to brush some of the still-cool whipped cream away from the bud of the other man's nipple. A soft graze of warmth to overtake the sticky cool that had rested there before. The chilled metal under his finger brings him pause.
Before the pad of this thumb runs over it. An motion that gives the slightest tug to the chains interconnected with the jewelry he toys with...
Then he pauses. Breaking the entanglement of tongues to look gaze at the smaller man sprawled before him.]
Should I help you clean up? [Innocent words are laced with an impure intent. Playful. Cheeky. Yet undeniably salacious - even in the perspective of strangers who have yet to exchange names.]