[ smiling too widely into a kiss usually only means one thing— there's a distinct clack of their teeth as mithrun moves in the second time, and kabru laughs against the elf's mouth, wrapping both arms around that narrow waist to keep him close. he leans his head into the elf's hands, something doggish about it; brimming with so much affection— months of it, unacted on— that they could be anywhere, now, and the timing would be right.
the pause lasts only a second, before he leans in to kiss mithrun again, and then again— it's a million different contrivances; every trope that ever graced a first, second, and third kiss, but he can't bring himself to think any of them through. kissing mithrun is the most familiar, easiest thing in the world— the only lingering thought in the back of kabru's mind is that he should have done this sooner, should have done this the second they met— wasting even a scrap of time, that could be spent doing this; what a fool he was.
there's a shift, and he deepens the kiss, lips dragging, turning it hungrier. there's a drag of teeth against the elf's lip, a sweep of his tongue, before he pulls back again, breath quickened.
he barely parts from mithrun, keeps him as close as possible, and nudges their mouths together softly, half-speaking there. ]
I wanted to say something cool. I forgot— just, kiss me all the time, from now on, alright captain? [ captain... why does he seem to enjoy that little monicker so much? ]
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the pause lasts only a second, before he leans in to kiss mithrun again, and then again— it's a million different contrivances; every trope that ever graced a first, second, and third kiss, but he can't bring himself to think any of them through. kissing mithrun is the most familiar, easiest thing in the world— the only lingering thought in the back of kabru's mind is that he should have done this sooner, should have done this the second they met— wasting even a scrap of time, that could be spent doing this; what a fool he was.
there's a shift, and he deepens the kiss, lips dragging, turning it hungrier. there's a drag of teeth against the elf's lip, a sweep of his tongue, before he pulls back again, breath quickened.
he barely parts from mithrun, keeps him as close as possible, and nudges their mouths together softly, half-speaking there. ]
I wanted to say something cool. I forgot— just, kiss me all the time, from now on, alright captain? [ captain... why does he seem to enjoy that little monicker so much? ]