[ Essek closes his eyes against another wave of heat that tingles from his cheeks to his ears, and instead tilts his head a little into the touch like a pleased cat. ]
I suppose...once more won't hurt either of us, mm?
[ one hand finds its way to Fjord's chest, fingers splaying wide. This has probably gone far enough, in truth; farther than he'd actually intended from the beginning, but it's now nearly far too tantalizing to not chase, if only a little. ]
[ Assessing whether it could hurt either of them, he hedges that possibility for himself and decides to give Essek an easy time of it, dipping back down to seize a second kiss that only seems content to feel those soft lips for a little longer than the first. He traces the seam of that mouth with a lick, not about to wait for permission when he suspects Essek wants to be tasted almost as much as Fjord is curious to do the tasting, chocolate or not be damned.
In the midst of heavy breaths and learning how to kiss together, a large hand slides into the dip of Essek's spine to sweep him closer, flush against Fjord's body. ]
[ Despite all of the smug bravado in his teasing, the superior air he pulls around him like his cloak, Fjord's intensity is still a surprise. Essek follows and allows it with only the slightest hesitation, not quite matching the heat of it but not discouraging it, either, almost as though he's still making up his mind.
It's only when Fjord presses him close that he pulls back only enough to catch his breath, heart pounding wildly in his throat. Essek swallows thickly, both hands curled tightly in Fjord's shirt.
It's good. It's good and warm and heady and safe. But...
[ It's a kiss that tests the boundaries of what Essek wants, getting a nice flavour of caramel in the doing but intended to loosen up his concerns when it comes to asking the Nein for assistance. When Fjord feels him pull back to catch his breath he listens, in mild confusion, to being told to stop so soon after being taunted to start, but he puts it down to Essek being a little bit weird and spending however many decades alone. Or possibly some misinterpretation on his part, he doesn't know. Either way, he gives him his space.
He pats him on the back and steps away, turning to the table where the fingers that previously wound through soft white locks now sift around crinkling candy wrappers, idle in their search. ]
Sure, of course. I'll ... tidy this all away, don't worry.
[ The troubling part is that Essek realizes even he doesn't know. When Fjord releases him and steps away completely that feels wrong, too - suddenly cool and left adrift and missing...something. For a few moments he stands there almost as though stunned, unable to quite puzzle out what had actually gone wrong and why or the real source of the strange, unpleasant feeling in his stomach.
Finally he unsticks himself, taking a breath and managing to not turn it into a sigh. A couple of steps close some of the distance between them again, and Essek reaches to curl one hand carefully over Fjord's wrist, fingertips pressing against the soft underside just slightly. As he looks up into golden eyes once more, there's...confusion and a little bit of uncertainty, but sincerity as well. ]
...Thank you. For the gift, and...
[ and what?
a faint smile flickers over his face for the briefest of moments before he turns to go. ]
[ The touch has him stilling, blinking at Essek expectantly and getting back pretty much what he thought he would. Appreciation and awkwardness. He nods and offers a reassuring smile as the drow leaves, then looks back at the kitchen table covered in candies with hands planted on his hips, letting out a breath once alone. At least he knows not to take Essek's teasing seriously anymore, it's got to be all for show. An attitude instead of an invitation.
He eats the last square of caramel, tusks be damned. ]
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I suppose...once more won't hurt either of us, mm?
[ one hand finds its way to Fjord's chest, fingers splaying wide. This has probably gone far enough, in truth; farther than he'd actually intended from the beginning, but it's now nearly far too tantalizing to not chase, if only a little. ]
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In the midst of heavy breaths and learning how to kiss together, a large hand slides into the dip of Essek's spine to sweep him closer, flush against Fjord's body. ]
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It's only when Fjord presses him close that he pulls back only enough to catch his breath, heart pounding wildly in his throat. Essek swallows thickly, both hands curled tightly in Fjord's shirt.
It's good. It's good and warm and heady and safe. But...
His breath is hard to even out. ]
I think perhaps...we should stop here. For now.
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He pats him on the back and steps away, turning to the table where the fingers that previously wound through soft white locks now sift around crinkling candy wrappers, idle in their search. ]
Sure, of course. I'll ... tidy this all away, don't worry.
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Finally he unsticks himself, taking a breath and managing to not turn it into a sigh. A couple of steps close some of the distance between them again, and Essek reaches to curl one hand carefully over Fjord's wrist, fingertips pressing against the soft underside just slightly. As he looks up into golden eyes once more, there's...confusion and a little bit of uncertainty, but sincerity as well. ]
...Thank you. For the gift, and...
[ and what?
a faint smile flickers over his face for the briefest of moments before he turns to go. ]
...thank you.
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He eats the last square of caramel, tusks be damned. ]