[He doesn't answer. Instead that little bit incites him and his lips rush up to hers, roughly kissing her with his tongue already pushing through her lips to find hers. His movements are just as rough, rushed, a little clumsy and frantic as he wrestles with her shirt to push it up so his hands can slip under while he roughly grinds against her hip, letting her feel how hard he's already become. How much he wants to touch her and have her touch him again.]
—You.
[The word slips past their lips as his breaths become more ragged, hot with lust.]
Want...just you...
[Everything. That's all he's really wanting, feeling, and thinking right now.
Whether he should be or normally would be is a different matter altogether. Is this because of the enchantment? The one that cause his personality to flip? Or is this something more genuine that's just remain repressed since the masquerade?]
no subject
—You.
[The word slips past their lips as his breaths become more ragged, hot with lust.]
Want...just you...
[Everything. That's all he's really wanting, feeling, and thinking right now.
Whether he should be or normally would be is a different matter altogether. Is this because of the enchantment? The one that cause his personality to flip? Or is this something more genuine that's just remain repressed since the masquerade?]