[Pulling their clasped hands toward him, he bows his head — a half nod — to press his lips to Matt's knuckles. To soothe him, he hopes.]
Let's go upstairs.
[Nikolai will lead the way. Although it's not his house, he's been a guest often enough that the landscape is familiar to him — although it's not his house, he feels at home with Matt's hand in his. Glancing back at Matt, he can't help how his eyes fall on the swell of his breasts, but he tries not to linger there too long. A sense of shame prods at him, a prickling awareness of Matt's discomfort that rubs against his own curiosity.
As soon as they're sealed away in the bedroom, Nikolai draws Matt into another kiss. The kind of kiss one might slip into like the ocean and let it carry him away. With hands on his hips, gently swaying, he guides him toward the bed.]
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Let's go upstairs.
[Nikolai will lead the way. Although it's not his house, he's been a guest often enough that the landscape is familiar to him — although it's not his house, he feels at home with Matt's hand in his. Glancing back at Matt, he can't help how his eyes fall on the swell of his breasts, but he tries not to linger there too long. A sense of shame prods at him, a prickling awareness of Matt's discomfort that rubs against his own curiosity.
As soon as they're sealed away in the bedroom, Nikolai draws Matt into another kiss. The kind of kiss one might slip into like the ocean and let it carry him away. With hands on his hips, gently swaying, he guides him toward the bed.]