[He's sat up a little more once they break their kiss, the vampire enjoying how the warlock's bottom lip shines. Though in the next moment, he blinks, a little flicker of confusion as Winter takes his hand and guides it away from that all-too-tempting spot between his legs.]
I...
[And then those lips brush across his knuckles, such a sweet, sweet gesture amid the growing heat, and he asks that. What does he want?]
I... [He echoes again, nigh dumbly. How is it such a simple question throws him off-kilter, not knowing how to reply? He has his freedom now, he knows that he should be able to answer such a thing without any issue at all, fully embracing the potential of be able to do whatever he wants. Inside the bedroom, and out.
And yet.
And yet he doesn't know. What would he like? What does he want? How does he like to be touched, when he's been touched in so many ways under the guise of affection, when it was all just calculated seduction for the sake of drawing others to a fate worse than death? Can he peel one concept away from the other?
His undead heart feels as though it twists in his chest. The sentiment feels poignant, and precious, and very much welcome -- but also unwieldy.]
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I...
[And then those lips brush across his knuckles, such a sweet, sweet gesture amid the growing heat, and he asks that. What does he want?]
I... [He echoes again, nigh dumbly. How is it such a simple question throws him off-kilter, not knowing how to reply? He has his freedom now, he knows that he should be able to answer such a thing without any issue at all, fully embracing the potential of be able to do whatever he wants. Inside the bedroom, and out.
And yet.
And yet he doesn't know. What would he like? What does he want? How does he like to be touched, when he's been touched in so many ways under the guise of affection, when it was all just calculated seduction for the sake of drawing others to a fate worse than death? Can he peel one concept away from the other?
His undead heart feels as though it twists in his chest. The sentiment feels poignant, and precious, and very much welcome -- but also unwieldy.]
I don't know.