[Tonic doesn't leave him hanging there for long as he has done this--as he does most things--with intention. the approach is met by a slender hand reaching up to curl around the back of his neck, and Tonic leans up the rest of the way to catch him in a kiss.
it's a little odd, kissing Tonic, because his mouth feels very uneven; what he lacks on one side is made up for by the other, though, still soft and warm and direct, but not demanding. and he is half-smiles, at least, because all he wants in the moment is to get a taste of this strange man and his infuriatingly beautiful face.
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it's a little odd, kissing Tonic, because his mouth feels very uneven; what he lacks on one side is made up for by the other, though, still soft and warm and direct, but not demanding. and he is half-smiles, at least, because all he wants in the moment is to get a taste of this strange man and his infuriatingly beautiful face.
it's like kissing art. which he'd be into.]