[ Whether it's a purposeful command or not, Thoma's body reacts to it on sheer instinct, scooting itself back to give room for the other man to climb up onto the bed and join him. His mind registers none of this, of course, far too enamored with watching the way his lord rises and leans closer, balancing himself in front of him to slide off his lower garments. ]
[ Even with numbed legs, he looks beautiful to Thoma. ]
[ He's so absolutely heads over heels for this man. ]
[ That kiss is met just as eagerly, a little messier since Thoma's still regaining his mind. His hands have minds of their own, needing desperately to touch his lord now that he's close; one rests over Ayato's hand on the bed, sweet and warm in contrast to the other that finds its way to the man's shoulder again before slipping down, raking its way down his front to tease heated fingertips over Ayato's nipple. ]
[ Absently, he does shift his hips up at that tug on his pants, wanting those gone almost as much as Ayato does, but moreso than that he wants to keep kissing him, wants to pull him in closer so he can touch more and more of him. Wants to clean off that mess on his face with his own lips, no heed being paid to its origin, only a need to once again clean off this enchanting man. ]
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[ Whether it's a purposeful command or not, Thoma's body reacts to it on sheer instinct, scooting itself back to give room for the other man to climb up onto the bed and join him. His mind registers none of this, of course, far too enamored with watching the way his lord rises and leans closer, balancing himself in front of him to slide off his lower garments. ]
[ Even with numbed legs, he looks beautiful to Thoma. ]
[ He's so absolutely heads over heels for this man. ]
[ That kiss is met just as eagerly, a little messier since Thoma's still regaining his mind. His hands have minds of their own, needing desperately to touch his lord now that he's close; one rests over Ayato's hand on the bed, sweet and warm in contrast to the other that finds its way to the man's shoulder again before slipping down, raking its way down his front to tease heated fingertips over Ayato's nipple. ]
[ Absently, he does shift his hips up at that tug on his pants, wanting those gone almost as much as Ayato does, but moreso than that he wants to keep kissing him, wants to pull him in closer so he can touch more and more of him. Wants to clean off that mess on his face with his own lips, no heed being paid to its origin, only a need to once again clean off this enchanting man. ]