[Dorian indulges in their kiss for as long as it holds, keeping Larus close with the hand curved around the back of his neck. Feeling his senses sing from the feeling of the touch of lips and now familiar chill skin. When they part and a hand comes to rest against his chest to enforce distance, Dorian draws a breath and shifts up closer along the couch.
The question posed slides right off his back.]
You want space now? [The space that conversation creates, more so than the palm pressing against his chest. Nevermind that he's the one surprising Larus. One side of Dorian's lips tugs up, and the look in his eye is interested, engaged. After taking enough time to sit with the idea, he's simply decided, as he often does, to plunge in headlong.] You were keen enough to hold onto me earlier.
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The question posed slides right off his back.]
You want space now? [The space that conversation creates, more so than the palm pressing against his chest. Nevermind that he's the one surprising Larus. One side of Dorian's lips tugs up, and the look in his eye is interested, engaged. After taking enough time to sit with the idea, he's simply decided, as he often does, to plunge in headlong.] You were keen enough to hold onto me earlier.