Shockingly, D actually looks ever so slightly surprised when she just pulls away. He can't figure out if he wants to be annoyed, or pout. If even an iota of that was braincell enough to register he's being so casual and forward with a girl in a weird room during an Oracle event.
His lips, which now have more color to them than ever probably, part to respond, but she returns to tasting him and silences the attempt. Whatever thought is whisked away quickly by the energy of the room bearing down on his mind, churning with the hot zip of pleasure up through his middle when he's bitten. The arm around her squeezes her into him possessively; he craves returning the favor with the fangs which have become a tad longer.
But instead, he lets her slide down his body to her feet again. He takes a few steps back. His hand slides under the edge of the long cape, and the front of the cape and collar split apart just beneath his throat. They ease off his shoulders, and his hand lowers them to the ground; when they drop the last few inches, they thud heavily. The hat follows.
He's left in two pieces of fitted leather covering as much of him as possible and boots. Without the bulk of the outfit, he's surprisingly slim, and it's easier to see just how long the hair is when not hidden against a cape. Like this, there is no way he is any older than she is, at least in appearance. He's a young man? Somehow, he is a young man.]
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Shockingly, D actually looks ever so slightly surprised when she just pulls away. He can't figure out if he wants to be annoyed, or pout. If even an iota of that was braincell enough to register he's being so casual and forward with a girl in a weird room during an Oracle event.
His lips, which now have more color to them than ever probably, part to respond, but she returns to tasting him and silences the attempt. Whatever thought is whisked away quickly by the energy of the room bearing down on his mind, churning with the hot zip of pleasure up through his middle when he's bitten. The arm around her squeezes her into him possessively; he craves returning the favor with the fangs which have become a tad longer.
But instead, he lets her slide down his body to her feet again. He takes a few steps back. His hand slides under the edge of the long cape, and the front of the cape and collar split apart just beneath his throat. They ease off his shoulders, and his hand lowers them to the ground; when they drop the last few inches, they thud heavily. The hat follows.
He's left in two pieces of fitted leather covering as much of him as possible and boots. Without the bulk of the outfit, he's surprisingly slim, and it's easier to see just how long the hair is when not hidden against a cape. Like this, there is no way he is any older than she is, at least in appearance. He's a young man? Somehow, he is a young man.]
Is this what you want?