( it's almost a test of skill. skills Steak normally doesn't think much of — how quiet do you need to be before pouncing on an enemy, really? — but right now, the risk of getting caught, the need to keep quiet, feeling as though they're doing something terribly illicit (as though no one else is banging in this party. tch. he knows there are fauns about!), it all spurs him onwards.
as, it seems, her words do as well. a flush spreads over his cheeks, pink and warm, and there's a particular glint of hunger in his eyes as her compliment settles into his bones, into his veins. his hand slips away from between her legs and finds her thigh, pulling her leg up and against his hip as he draws her close for a hard, wanting kiss, breath be damned. )
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Date: 2020-11-20 09:30 pm (UTC)as, it seems, her words do as well. a flush spreads over his cheeks, pink and warm, and there's a particular glint of hunger in his eyes as her compliment settles into his bones, into his veins. his hand slips away from between her legs and finds her thigh, pulling her leg up and against his hip as he draws her close for a hard, wanting kiss, breath be damned. )