[and by the way some low sound begins in Irahl's chest, and he bites it off fast with another intake of breath, he is fighting a similar--but much more focused--struggle for silence.
however, other than that little battle, Irahl is finally beginning to sink in his own little world. between a swelling tide of alcohol and the pressure of that steady, greedy touch, his blood heats up until his fingers tingle when he flexes them--quietly, restlessly.
he can almost deal with this. as long as he keeps up a mental drone of all the reasons that he's allowed to stop thinking here, and he doesn't pause long enough to consider the fact that Robin might want to escalate this somewhere, he can settle.
for now, he can just breathe and bask and let a little bit of himself go.]
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however, other than that little battle, Irahl is finally beginning to sink in his own little world. between a swelling tide of alcohol and the pressure of that steady, greedy touch, his blood heats up until his fingers tingle when he flexes them--quietly, restlessly.
he can almost deal with this. as long as he keeps up a mental drone of all the reasons that he's allowed to stop thinking here, and he doesn't pause long enough to consider the fact that Robin might want to escalate this somewhere, he can settle.
for now, he can just breathe and bask and let a little bit of himself go.]