[he was very taken with this when it happened earlier, feeling someone kiss his fingers as though he was some fair maiden and not a scarred-up, cold-hearted, paranoid wreck of a human being. in the silence between them he should have had an instant, very clever thing to say in response, but he finds it suddenly very difficult to think of much else other than Tek's fingers touching his, and all the warm skin underneath him.
however, no matter how smitten he may be, Tonic is still Tonic. his instincts know to tread carefully. their mutual vulnerability only heightens this feeling. if something goes bad for Tek, even on accident, he knows it'll wind up bad for him too. so he airs on the side of caution, picking his words intentionally.]
What else would you like?
[said with a hint of amusement in what it otherwise complete fondness; it's hardly a sacrifice to give someone else the choice, especially with how he uses the words as an excuse to lift his free hand and brush his fingers in a long trail down the side of the other's neck.]
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however, no matter how smitten he may be, Tonic is still Tonic. his instincts know to tread carefully. their mutual vulnerability only heightens this feeling. if something goes bad for Tek, even on accident, he knows it'll wind up bad for him too. so he airs on the side of caution, picking his words intentionally.]
What else would you like?
[said with a hint of amusement in what it otherwise complete fondness; it's hardly a sacrifice to give someone else the choice, especially with how he uses the words as an excuse to lift his free hand and brush his fingers in a long trail down the side of the other's neck.]