[ Their enthusiasm is infectious and the sheer giddiness on their face fills Roche's heart with warmth. He never kept his emotions hidden before and there was no way he was going to start now, not when the needle was just beginning to climb. It's so damn contagious that when he feels someone lean up against his back to get a better look at Reno from his point of view, he tilts his head a little bit to the side so they can squeeze their head onto his shoulder and... Yeah, he lolls it back to gently bonk. It knocks their perfectly-placed hair adornments loose, but they don't seem to mind in the least. In fact, they start giggling right along with everyone else and even goes as far as to help Roche guide the glass Reno passes to him to his lips.
Such help doesn't go unrewarded either — what is he, some hooligan from Sector 4's slums? Not. A. Chance. Roche repays that gentle touch with a promise that he'll let them have a turn with Reno and a quick little kiss to their temple, knocking their jewelry even more askew with a laugh. R-Really? You promise? ]
Mmhm, I promise, sweetheart.
[ And boy if that doesn't get everyone else starting to think how they can be of assistance when it's not their turn, clearly eager for whatever scraps they can get. Reno may be the main attraction here but that doesn't mean Roche is about to let him have all the fun, you know? He's getting in on this too.
It's precisely why he doesn't put up a fight once Reno draws him in by his shirt, and if he flexes a little to let him steal a feel? No he didn't. Nobody saw a thing if they know what's on the line, but Roche doesn't look up to see. His gaze zeroes in on that little dribble moving closer and closer to the table — up until he leans back down to stop it in his tracks with the tip of his tongue. Then, a half-kiss, and another until he's a bee's dick width away from actually kissing him.
His eyes are even more beautiful up close, perfectly framed by red crescents. At first he'd thought it might've been facepaint, but no. That's ink. ]
All yours, Spitfire. I'll try not to nip but if I do? Not sorry.
[ The dice say Reno gets his mouth? Oh, he's getting his mouth. ]
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[ Their enthusiasm is infectious and the sheer giddiness on their face fills Roche's heart with warmth. He never kept his emotions hidden before and there was no way he was going to start now, not when the needle was just beginning to climb. It's so damn contagious that when he feels someone lean up against his back to get a better look at Reno from his point of view, he tilts his head a little bit to the side so they can squeeze their head onto his shoulder and... Yeah, he lolls it back to gently bonk. It knocks their perfectly-placed hair adornments loose, but they don't seem to mind in the least. In fact, they start giggling right along with everyone else and even goes as far as to help Roche guide the glass Reno passes to him to his lips.
Such help doesn't go unrewarded either — what is he, some hooligan from Sector 4's slums? Not. A. Chance. Roche repays that gentle touch with a promise that he'll let them have a turn with Reno and a quick little kiss to their temple, knocking their jewelry even more askew with a laugh. R-Really? You promise? ]
Mmhm, I promise, sweetheart.
[ And boy if that doesn't get everyone else starting to think how they can be of assistance when it's not their turn, clearly eager for whatever scraps they can get. Reno may be the main attraction here but that doesn't mean Roche is about to let him have all the fun, you know? He's getting in on this too.
It's precisely why he doesn't put up a fight once Reno draws him in by his shirt, and if he flexes a little to let him steal a feel? No he didn't. Nobody saw a thing if they know what's on the line, but Roche doesn't look up to see. His gaze zeroes in on that little dribble moving closer and closer to the table — up until he leans back down to stop it in his tracks with the tip of his tongue. Then, a half-kiss, and another until he's a bee's dick width away from actually kissing him.
His eyes are even more beautiful up close, perfectly framed by red crescents. At first he'd thought it might've been facepaint, but no. That's ink. ]
All yours, Spitfire. I'll try not to nip but if I do? Not sorry.
[ The dice say Reno gets his mouth? Oh, he's getting his mouth. ]