[ It wasn't a very long kiss, no, but Sunday leaves Caelus breathless all the same. Sunday's intentions are at least somewhat obvious — Caelus is fully and utterly prepared to entertain Sunday, here, tonight — but he actually was expecting the glass, and wasn't quite expecting the kiss.
The taste of Sunday's cocktail, creamy and potent and mildly sweet, seems to linger inside of his mouth as he swallows and tries to remember the soft, silky slide of the Halovian's tongue against his. Caelus touches his bottom lip, blushing slightly; for all that he so desperately offers himself to other people, his reactions are surprisingly sweet, even a little innocent. ]
...I think it's good. [ He sounds so shy. ] Do you like it?
[ Embarrassingly, that one brief kiss has gotten Caelus a little hard. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, trying to ignore his arousal. The downsides of being so horny all of the time, it would seem. ]
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The taste of Sunday's cocktail, creamy and potent and mildly sweet, seems to linger inside of his mouth as he swallows and tries to remember the soft, silky slide of the Halovian's tongue against his. Caelus touches his bottom lip, blushing slightly; for all that he so desperately offers himself to other people, his reactions are surprisingly sweet, even a little innocent. ]
...I think it's good. [ He sounds so shy. ] Do you like it?
[ Embarrassingly, that one brief kiss has gotten Caelus a little hard. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, trying to ignore his arousal. The downsides of being so horny all of the time, it would seem. ]
You... You're a good kisser.