[Neuvillette pauses. He knows Wriothesley's right... so why is he finding it so difficult to convince himself of this? His own body seems to be fighting him in a way he's never experienced before.
He ends up finding a compromise, tilting his head to first lick and lightly bite and kiss Wriothesley's neck. The rough outline of one of the scars particularly holds his attention, the texture subtly different than his skin.]
They did not specify where we were to kiss. [His lips brush over Wriothesley's skin as he murmurs the words against his neck. These were kisses, were they not? He thinks this is perfectly acceptable.
He does, however, slip his hand out from under Wriothesley's robe, trying as hard as he can to respect his wishes to limit this to kissing.]
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He ends up finding a compromise, tilting his head to first lick and lightly bite and kiss Wriothesley's neck. The rough outline of one of the scars particularly holds his attention, the texture subtly different than his skin.]
They did not specify where we were to kiss. [His lips brush over Wriothesley's skin as he murmurs the words against his neck. These were kisses, were they not? He thinks this is perfectly acceptable.
He does, however, slip his hand out from under Wriothesley's robe, trying as hard as he can to respect his wishes to limit this to kissing.]