It's something to behold. The basics are easy enough to eke out, but the rest is— balderdash. [the shame of it all!! ah, but he nods,] Later.
[Mm, and for a quiet moment with barely any movement, this sure is charged. Palamedes doesn't look away, lips quirking just a little when Viktor moves his head around - that's real dedication to the bit. It's sweet, like Viktor's blush, and at the same time it's teetering on the edge of something more; something that tips directly into that kiss, heated and definitely going to leave him a little breathless.
Well, if Viktor kissed him like that all the time, they would never get anything else done. Palamedes listens to him speak, and the compliments are nice, to be sure, but before he says another word he shakes his head slightly, like nope, come back here— sliding a hand up to the back of Viktor's neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss. He still kisses like he has all the time in the world, unhurried and indulgent, but there's a spark of open wanting in there, as if to back up without words all the actual words he's already said.
Give him a moment, when he pulls away; the shape of Viktor's mouth and the weight of him leaning over Palamedes like this have to settle back down in his thoughts to, like, the words that were said. Yes.]
If I'm understanding this correctly, you're saying we'd have wound up right here, anyway. I doubt I'd have been able to resist if someone like you wanted to sneak me away somewhere. [Hm! He presses up with another kiss, more chaste, against the corner of Viktor's mouth.] I think this is my new favorite thought experiment.
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[Mm, and for a quiet moment with barely any movement, this sure is charged. Palamedes doesn't look away, lips quirking just a little when Viktor moves his head around - that's real dedication to the bit. It's sweet, like Viktor's blush, and at the same time it's teetering on the edge of something more; something that tips directly into that kiss, heated and definitely going to leave him a little breathless.
Well, if Viktor kissed him like that all the time, they would never get anything else done. Palamedes listens to him speak, and the compliments are nice, to be sure, but before he says another word he shakes his head slightly, like nope, come back here— sliding a hand up to the back of Viktor's neck and pulling him in for another deep kiss. He still kisses like he has all the time in the world, unhurried and indulgent, but there's a spark of open wanting in there, as if to back up without words all the actual words he's already said.
Give him a moment, when he pulls away; the shape of Viktor's mouth and the weight of him leaning over Palamedes like this have to settle back down in his thoughts to, like, the words that were said. Yes.]
If I'm understanding this correctly, you're saying we'd have wound up right here, anyway. I doubt I'd have been able to resist if someone like you wanted to sneak me away somewhere. [Hm! He presses up with another kiss, more chaste, against the corner of Viktor's mouth.] I think this is my new favorite thought experiment.