Although his gaze held to the sweet between Edmund's fingers Zexion tried not to let himself become too preoccupied with memories of how that touch felt, rubbing and squeezing and plying at flesh. It did leave him longing to stretch his body wantonly, twist his spine till it made a soft pop and then curl back up into the kind of huddle that set the slightest pressures over his lap. No need for indiscriminate grinding, just yet, but a bit of warm weight would certainly feel nice.
"Alas, it seems I have a certain fondness." The sigh wrenched from his lips was restless with melancholy, and he waited it out patiently till the Pearl's watchdog had passed them by. Edmund finally stopped beating about the bush and put the caramel square in his mouth, pulled half of it free. To sit still and see him mull it over on the pink mound of his tongue was such a carnal, precarious thing that it raised goosebumps down to his elbows.
He lifted the china chocolate cup back to his lips and sipped absently without really tasting this time, enjoying instead the firm smoothness pressed against his lower lip, a swirl of enticing cocoa aromas warming the end of his nose.
Anyone who thought this was remotely chaste business wasn't opening up their senses. Zexion nodded in agreement, his smirk fuller than it's usual tense, serpentine thinness.
"With pleasure." He reached for a dainty square and took his time, mirroring Edmund's methods, if only to see if that really brought any more joy than popping it past his lips whole.
"I was seven, when I discovered the castle's spice cupboard." He reminisced after nibbling off some of the crunchy finishing crystals of off the top, still holding the rest of the morsel in its wrapping. "Since then I've always liked little savoury bites of this or that, but... a sweet tooth makes its demands, every now and then. These are incomparable, but it's good they're so small, that this place is a bit exensive... being gluttonous could be all too easy otherwise."
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Date: 2016-11-24 08:32 pm (UTC)"Alas, it seems I have a certain fondness." The sigh wrenched from his lips was restless with melancholy, and he waited it out patiently till the Pearl's watchdog had passed them by. Edmund finally stopped beating about the bush and put the caramel square in his mouth, pulled half of it free. To sit still and see him mull it over on the pink mound of his tongue was such a carnal, precarious thing that it raised goosebumps down to his elbows.
He lifted the china chocolate cup back to his lips and sipped absently without really tasting this time, enjoying instead the firm smoothness pressed against his lower lip, a swirl of enticing cocoa aromas warming the end of his nose.
Anyone who thought this was remotely chaste business wasn't opening up their senses. Zexion nodded in agreement, his smirk fuller than it's usual tense, serpentine thinness.
"With pleasure." He reached for a dainty square and took his time, mirroring Edmund's methods, if only to see if that really brought any more joy than popping it past his lips whole.
"I was seven, when I discovered the castle's spice cupboard." He reminisced after nibbling off some of the crunchy finishing crystals of off the top, still holding the rest of the morsel in its wrapping. "Since then I've always liked little savoury bites of this or that, but... a sweet tooth makes its demands, every now and then. These are incomparable, but it's good they're so small, that this place is a bit exensive... being gluttonous could be all too easy otherwise."