[ he half laughs, thumbing at the bit of spit between them and wiping it on his jeans. he picks up his pen and moves to his notebook. the end of it slips into his mouth and he immediately feels another prickle of sensation at the nape of his neck. when he bites down, it elicits the same response.

fuck. ]

I, uh... don't really know what to call this, but. Makes you wanna just. Put stuff in your mouth or... suck, or...

[ he glances at gold quickly. he's not shy, but man. this guy's really cute and maybe he wants to make a memorable impression. ]

Kiss.