[Were he not the lightweight he is, he might have the self control to not look. But he does. And his gaze does linger, taking in the sight of Ramuh's exposed chest and stomach.
So, when he finds himself kissed, he's utterly surprised by it, and half of him wants to pull away in offense, but the other half enjoys the feeling of CiβRamuh's lips on his, and the smell of his smokey breath permeating his senses. Which is why, for a moment far longer than he'd like, he allows it to happen, the alcohol in his system easing him and his lips push into it as he kisses him back.
His heart flutters and he can feel its beat in his ears. There's a warmth that floods him outside of the mere flush of the alcohol.
But then, a moment later, he realizes what he's doing and he pulls back, eyes wide withβnot fear nor disgust, but sheer uncertainty. Then his brows pinch together to emphasize that perplexity, his lips pulling back over teeth as he finds the words to speak.]
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So, when he finds himself kissed, he's utterly surprised by it, and half of him wants to pull away in offense, but the other half enjoys the feeling of CiβRamuh's lips on his, and the smell of his smokey breath permeating his senses. Which is why, for a moment far longer than he'd like, he allows it to happen, the alcohol in his system easing him and his lips push into it as he kisses him back.
His heart flutters and he can feel its beat in his ears. There's a warmth that floods him outside of the mere flush of the alcohol.
But then, a moment later, he realizes what he's doing and he pulls back, eyes wide withβnot fear nor disgust, but sheer uncertainty. Then his brows pinch together to emphasize that perplexity, his lips pulling back over teeth as he finds the words to speak.]
What are youβ?