[He loves how neither really wants to pull away, even after the kiss breaks; how Winter's lips still rove down the line of his jaw, or the way his teeth scrape across his skin in a teasing fashion.]
Oh, have I?
[As though he hasn't already figured it out. The hand in his hair drifts back up to the warlock's scalp, massaging gently for a moment, before his fingers curl and catches on dark strands, tugging a little.]
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Oh, have I?
[As though he hasn't already figured it out. The hand in his hair drifts back up to the warlock's scalp, massaging gently for a moment, before his fingers curl and catches on dark strands, tugging a little.]
You mean this?