( it’s one thing to fall prey to your own insecurities, and another entirely to be invited. there’s no resistance to the tug, but rather, his body relaxes into it, against wriothesley’s chest; certainly one of the better places to be, in the resort. )

I’m not generally used to receiving rewards, if you’d believe it.

( as he relaxes again, his hand drifts it way back up to wriothesley’s neck. there, his fingers trail along the base of his skull, brushing against his hairline. there are some obvious things to ask for, given where they are, what kind of resort this is. even knowing that, and knowing they’re hardly strangers in that regard, kirma still hesitates, ears flicking. )

Most of what comes to mind isn’t quite… ( how does he put it ) It may be best to relocate off the sand.

( if you know what he means. )