[ Damus makes it difficult to say no even if he wanted to; his friend has always been alluring, and even with this strange frame under his hands, he's still no exception. ]
You don't hear me objecting.
[ He keeps one hand hooked under Damus' chin as his other drops to his waist, sliding his palm against the warm metal right above his hip as he leans in to press their lips together. ]
no subject
You don't hear me objecting.
[ He keeps one hand hooked under Damus' chin as his other drops to his waist, sliding his palm against the warm metal right above his hip as he leans in to press their lips together. ]