Flexible? [He swallows thickly.] Oh, you mean like- Yeah, I guess so. That's just what... gets me going, you know? [That's what Seteth had asked after all. It still feels pretty awkward actually talking to him about any of this, especially with how much he'd frowned upon Sylvain's 'extracurricular' activities back at the Monastery.
An impish spark of curiosity lights up his eyes as Seteth seems to admit that he isn't always so stiff. That he still has the same emotions and desires as anyone else.]
I’m not sure I believe you. [His tone is goading and suggestive, voice low again, a bit of his usual confidence creeping into it.] What kind of stuff have you done here? I mean… how have you been moved? [What a Seteth way to put that.
His lips are practically brushing Seteth’s skin as he speaks. Even as he asks the question though his imagination springs forward, supplying him with a handful of creative scenarios for Seteth. A flush colors his cheeks even before his head is tilted up and he’s being guided into a kiss.
He doesn’t need much, eager to enthusiastically follow Seteth’s lead and honestly just excited that kissing is on the table. He presses back into the kiss, lips parting and tingling pleasantly already. As he attempts to get closer and his hand brushes Seteth's thigh as he tilts his head at a better angle for to invite Seteth to deepen the kiss, shifting and pressing closer.
Seteth's fingers are almost rough against his skin and the feeling of them brushing across his face sends little sparks of pleasure down his spine, making it hot and hard to focus on anything else.]
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An impish spark of curiosity lights up his eyes as Seteth seems to admit that he isn't always so stiff. That he still has the same emotions and desires as anyone else.]
I’m not sure I believe you. [His tone is goading and suggestive, voice low again, a bit of his usual confidence creeping into it.] What kind of stuff have you done here? I mean… how have you been moved? [What a Seteth way to put that.
His lips are practically brushing Seteth’s skin as he speaks. Even as he asks the question though his imagination springs forward, supplying him with a handful of creative scenarios for Seteth. A flush colors his cheeks even before his head is tilted up and he’s being guided into a kiss.
He doesn’t need much, eager to enthusiastically follow Seteth’s lead and honestly just excited that kissing is on the table. He presses back into the kiss, lips parting and tingling pleasantly already. As he attempts to get closer and his hand brushes Seteth's thigh as he tilts his head at a better angle for to invite Seteth to deepen the kiss, shifting and pressing closer.
Seteth's fingers are almost rough against his skin and the feeling of them brushing across his face sends little sparks of pleasure down his spine, making it hot and hard to focus on anything else.]