[ Whatever response the Exarch might have made, it's drowned in the flesh of Theo's neck. The groan emboldens him and he twists his head a little more to get a new angle, to push his ear into Theo's waiting hand for more of that touch.
He bites down.
He'll heal the mark later. Any marks he leaves. Leave his warrior exactly as he found him. But until he does, it will be there. He twists his head again, alternating gentle, soothing kisses with forceful, bruising ones and more bites. ]
Of course.
[ As he kisses, he lowers himself back down ilm by ilm. It's not deliberate, at first, merely a product of needing to reach Theo's neck comfortably. It's only when the back of his thighs touches against Theo's lap that he realises. For a moment he goes still. Then he gathers his courage (G'raha Tia would be overwhelmed and embarrassed here, but the Exarch would never be). Digs his fingernails into Theo's sides. Kisses softly at his neck.
And nervously, cautiously, rolls his hips in Theo's lap. ]
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He bites down.
He'll heal the mark later. Any marks he leaves. Leave his warrior exactly as he found him. But until he does, it will be there. He twists his head again, alternating gentle, soothing kisses with forceful, bruising ones and more bites. ]
Of course.
[ As he kisses, he lowers himself back down ilm by ilm. It's not deliberate, at first, merely a product of needing to reach Theo's neck comfortably. It's only when the back of his thighs touches against Theo's lap that he realises. For a moment he goes still. Then he gathers his courage (G'raha Tia would be overwhelmed and embarrassed here, but the Exarch would never be). Digs his fingernails into Theo's sides. Kisses softly at his neck.
And nervously, cautiously, rolls his hips in Theo's lap. ]