[ Smooth-talker... compliments work. A curious light plays in his eyes at the brush of fingertips over his jaw, how he can feel their flame concealed beneath rough skin. They're hands that have seen too much for far too long, but there can be fragility in a decisive moment and this is proof of it — hands made ungentle still choosing gentleness.
Gaze low, Kizuna obliges the pull of Wolfwood's thumb, lips parting to breathe out against him. An inhale for an exhale, warmth plumes as smoke travels, cloudy and slow. He doesn't bother playing fast with it because there's no where to go here but towards one another, whether by fate or gravity or fire. One night is never enough, but one night can change so much. On the end of his exhale he smiles, the rest of the smoke pluming shortly from his nose. Kizuna chases the taste of it with a real press of lips just so, loose enough to dip the tip of his tongue against the seam of the man's mouth. It's there and gone again, leaving him to nose softly into his cheek. ]
See, I knew that'd taste good.
[ He brings the cigarette up and offers it back to him. ]
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Gaze low, Kizuna obliges the pull of Wolfwood's thumb, lips parting to breathe out against him. An inhale for an exhale, warmth plumes as smoke travels, cloudy and slow. He doesn't bother playing fast with it because there's no where to go here but towards one another, whether by fate or gravity or fire. One night is never enough, but one night can change so much. On the end of his exhale he smiles, the rest of the smoke pluming shortly from his nose. Kizuna chases the taste of it with a real press of lips just so, loose enough to dip the tip of his tongue against the seam of the man's mouth. It's there and gone again, leaving him to nose softly into his cheek. ]
See, I knew that'd taste good.
[ He brings the cigarette up and offers it back to him. ]
Kizuna, by the way.
[ An introduction, however belated. ]