[There have been hugs since then that came without a knife. (And anyway, he's had so long between then and now. He's had years and years and years, and he's died so many worse ways. It's silly to be bothered, still, about something like that. It would be silly not to be over it by now.)]
[He settles his arms around Lucifel more steadily - runs a hand up his back, slow and searching.]
[ the touch has him startled - his clothes are loose for the sake of his tail, his back barely covered in comparison to what he's comfortable with, and while he can manage to keep himself from tensing up completely he can feel the hairs on his neck raising, the goosebumps that have his grip on hurricane's clothes tighten by just a fraction of a hair but has his heart in his eardrums again and he keeps himself still, as best as he can, for him ]
[He's on high alert for body language tells, but if Lucifel keeps from tensing, he doesn't manage to pick this one up, here in the dark. It seems the gesture's meant to be less adventurous and more soothing, though; when the hand has trailed down, it drifts up again, slow and gentle. It's an idle kind of rhythm, the kind of contact that Hurricane finds reassuring, when he's upset himself.]
[The closet is quiet enough hear it, when he swallows.]
[ it's really only that it surprised him - once he understands the motion, the way it drifts up and down steadily, he lets one hand do the same, idly moving down hurricane's back, and he nods ]
[ briefly, he licks his own fangs, swallowing just smoothly enough it's an audible but not pronounced sound, and he takes another moment before kissing him again - lips parted, though no less gentle ]
[He's good at taking cues, and he's better at reading people; what's more, he's trying hard to please. He's clumsy at first, but he mirrors what Lucifel's doing as best he's able, letting himself be guided.]
[Pressed this close together, Lucifel can probably feel him take a shaky breath in - feel the restless way one of the hands at Lucifel's back closes around the fabric, like it needs something to hold onto.]
this time, he shivers, pressing closer and barely breaking the kiss to kiss again, to keep their lips moving - even if it's slowly - and keep them from being locked to stiffness while he repeats the motion with his tongue ]
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[There have been hugs since then that came without a knife. (And anyway, he's had so long between then and now. He's had years and years and years, and he's died so many worse ways. It's silly to be bothered, still, about something like that. It would be silly not to be over it by now.)]
[He settles his arms around Lucifel more steadily - runs a hand up his back, slow and searching.]
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[The closet is quiet enough hear it, when he swallows.]
...you still doing okay?
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I'm okay. .... how about you?
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Yeah... I'm good.
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[ teasing at the hem of his clothes, restless himself ]
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Yeah, still good.
[He sounds a little breathless.]
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[This time it's Hurricane's tongue that brushes his lip - tentative, almost shy.]
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[The hand on Lucifel's back has let go its fistful of fabric - is stroking, almost absently, the soft touch of fingers along his spine.]
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this time, he shivers, pressing closer and barely breaking the kiss to kiss again, to keep their lips moving - even if it's slowly - and keep them from being locked to stiffness while he repeats the motion with his tongue ]
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gently
nipping his lower lip, almost playful ]
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