[ ... Aak already knows whether that's a lie or the truth. ]
[ But whatever way he wants to call it in this moment, it doesn't change the fact that Kleken in all of his very healthy and unharmed or sick state is tilting Aak's chin up to lead him into a kiss. One that is... surprisingly sweet? ]
[ Maybe sweet. ]
[ It's light, the soft press of his lips against Aak's, and rather than a singular meeting of their lips, it's soft kiss upon kiss. The angle shifts just a little with each one, so the repetitiveness of the action isn't fully felt, but each kiss begins to linger a little longer. Steal a little more of Aak's breath away. ]
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[ ... Aak already knows whether that's a lie or the truth. ]
[ But whatever way he wants to call it in this moment, it doesn't change the fact that Kleken in all of his very healthy and unharmed or sick state is tilting Aak's chin up to lead him into a kiss. One that is... surprisingly sweet? ]
[ Maybe sweet. ]
[ It's light, the soft press of his lips against Aak's, and rather than a singular meeting of their lips, it's soft kiss upon kiss. The angle shifts just a little with each one, so the repetitiveness of the action isn't fully felt, but each kiss begins to linger a little longer. Steal a little more of Aak's breath away. ]