[Oh, and now he's enjoying it, of course— Lorenz should have known better from the start. Still, what else is there to do but pull harder on this fistful of hair, not a yank but a steady pull with a mounting pressure in it, like he can excise all of his frustration since that first mysterious errant touch through this.
He's excising something, surely. Excising the way that chuckle burns in his chest in turn, pressed this flush against each other, and how his thoughts snag on that of all things and linger there, dutifully putting away under 'things to remember' the heat of another body against his own, hot and eager mouth trying so very hard to get something out of him.
Maddening, frankly. And yet he continues to press, seeking something of his own from this kiss that he hasn't put his finger on yet; the "win"? The elusive point he's trying to prove? Difficult to say; when he stops to breathe with a stuttering gasp what he manages to snap is just:]
noooo how embarrassing
He's excising something, surely. Excising the way that chuckle burns in his chest in turn, pressed this flush against each other, and how his thoughts snag on that of all things and linger there, dutifully putting away under 'things to remember' the heat of another body against his own, hot and eager mouth trying so very hard to get something out of him.
Maddening, frankly. And yet he continues to press, seeking something of his own from this kiss that he hasn't put his finger on yet; the "win"? The elusive point he's trying to prove? Difficult to say; when he stops to breathe with a stuttering gasp what he manages to snap is just:]
Well?