[ Cardan's hands are always a little cool these days; Nikolai's mouth feels like a brand against his fingers. The tip of his tail shivers with the pleasant spark the touch sends through him. But rather than step into Nikolai, rather than press him against the edge of the table--
Cardan pulls him forward, into his own body. His own back presses gently against the glass; he winds his arm around Nikolai's trim waist, reveling a little in the solidity of him. Cardan's smile turns secretive, co-conspiratorial. ]
Were they not meant to whet my appetite?
[ His tail will brush along the back of Nikolai's thigh, whisper-soft and restless. Cardan will kiss him again, chasing the taste of hibiscus on his tongue. ]
Maybe I just have a taste for mortals, [ he will whisper against Nikolai's pretty mouth. A joke about how one of them is technically a monster. Maybe. ]
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Cardan pulls him forward, into his own body. His own back presses gently against the glass; he winds his arm around Nikolai's trim waist, reveling a little in the solidity of him. Cardan's smile turns secretive, co-conspiratorial. ]
Were they not meant to whet my appetite?
[ His tail will brush along the back of Nikolai's thigh, whisper-soft and restless. Cardan will kiss him again, chasing the taste of hibiscus on his tongue. ]
Maybe I just have a taste for mortals, [ he will whisper against Nikolai's pretty mouth. A joke about how one of them is technically a monster. Maybe. ]