[ he wouldn't say he's something of a professional when it comes to kissing, having kissed maybe a handful of people in his lifetime, but he was doing pretty decently so far.
after the initial press of teeth he's careful not to do it again, though his movements do get increasingly more enthused. the push of his lips against hers is a hot, heated, a honeyed glide against her own. there's a rumble of sound, a brief murmur of appreciation as he sinks into it, falling into an easy rhythm and meeting her again, and again, his fingers gripping just a little more tightly at her face as if to prevent her escape.
at least by this point the chanting has died down, almost as if satisfied by what's happened so far. ]
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after the initial press of teeth he's careful not to do it again, though his movements do get increasingly more enthused. the push of his lips against hers is a hot, heated, a honeyed glide against her own. there's a rumble of sound, a brief murmur of appreciation as he sinks into it, falling into an easy rhythm and meeting her again, and again, his fingers gripping just a little more tightly at her face as if to prevent her escape.
at least by this point the chanting has died down, almost as if satisfied by what's happened so far. ]