[ No hesitation, huh? Roche laughs and lets that arm wind around a near-perfect waist, and as he pulls him the rest of the way closer he mutters a quiet hello. Who said manners had to die in a place like this, huh? It's only polite after all, especially with how close they are. If he focuses he's almost certain he could pick out the smell of shampoo, smoke and something else under the thick layer of every other stink assaulting his poor nose in the room, and as Reno "pulls" his head back to bare his throat to the world, Roche exhales an almost-too-soft sigh. He's not rough by any means though there's something to be said about the way he feels those fingers tighten in his hair and the slow, methodical way he breathes against his neck.
When he finally feels the wet drag of his tongue, Roche's own fingers twist into the side of Reno's shirt and another laugh slips out only to be swallowed up by another pleased breath. Well, shit. This one knows what he's doing, doesn't he? And if he wasn't mistaken Roche almost swears he felt a brush of teeth just before he'd pulled back and... Gods.
A shiver runs down the length of his spine to settle at the small of his back. ]
Do my ears deceive me or are you threatening me?
[ With a good time, duh. His eyes flick up to meet another table-goer and while keeping his arm tight around Reno's waist, he reaches out to pick the dice up and passes them over. Someone might bend the rules a little but let him have a turn or two to think, okay?
And maybe get his shit luck to rub off on someone else, which. It does. Grab, knee. Good thing that wasn't him, huh? ]
Or... maybe you're just trying to rev my engine. Which is it?
uwu
When he finally feels the wet drag of his tongue, Roche's own fingers twist into the side of Reno's shirt and another laugh slips out only to be swallowed up by another pleased breath. Well, shit. This one knows what he's doing, doesn't he? And if he wasn't mistaken Roche almost swears he felt a brush of teeth just before he'd pulled back and... Gods.
A shiver runs down the length of his spine to settle at the small of his back. ]
Do my ears deceive me or are you threatening me?
[ With a good time, duh. His eyes flick up to meet another table-goer and while keeping his arm tight around Reno's waist, he reaches out to pick the dice up and passes them over. Someone might bend the rules a little but let him have a turn or two to think, okay?
And maybe get his shit luck to rub off on someone else, which. It does. Grab, knee. Good thing that wasn't him, huh? ]
Or... maybe you're just trying to rev my engine. Which is it?