[He is an observant man. Has to be in his line of work. He wasn't blind when he saw the crystals earlier when he kissed the man's hand. He wasn't numb now when he feels the edges of the crystals as he touches them. The way Elysium's expression changes, something serious settling in before abating, draws his attention like a moth to a flame.]
[What does it mean? If it were a regular part of his species, or something normal to him in general, he wouldn't expect such a reaction. No. This is something else. A little string of vulnerability.]
[He has to decide how much he wants to tug. When to tug. If he even wants to tug at all.]
[The man's breath is enough to tug his own thoughts away, and he stills, muscles tensing. Maybe his body anticipates it more than his brain does, because it helps with the surprise when those teeth dig into to sensitive cartilage.]
Ah-
[It really is shameless, the sudden flush of blood that stains his cheeks as he gasps into the man's shoulder. How naughty. Really, this cryptic friend is so cruel to a guy who's only here to be funny, really!]
[He's following that up with a press of his teeth against the other's jawline - he won't bite, but it's almost a threat to do so. That hand at his hip grips further up over his waist.]
"You scoundrel. Doing such a thing to a pure soul like me-! Who will put you in your place, huh?"
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[He is an observant man. Has to be in his line of work. He wasn't blind when he saw the crystals earlier when he kissed the man's hand. He wasn't numb now when he feels the edges of the crystals as he touches them. The way Elysium's expression changes, something serious settling in before abating, draws his attention like a moth to a flame.]
[What does it mean? If it were a regular part of his species, or something normal to him in general, he wouldn't expect such a reaction. No. This is something else. A little string of vulnerability.]
[He has to decide how much he wants to tug. When to tug. If he even wants to tug at all.]
[The man's breath is enough to tug his own thoughts away, and he stills, muscles tensing. Maybe his body anticipates it more than his brain does, because it helps with the surprise when those teeth dig into to sensitive cartilage.]
Ah-
[It really is shameless, the sudden flush of blood that stains his cheeks as he gasps into the man's shoulder. How naughty. Really, this cryptic friend is so cruel to a guy who's only here to be funny, really!]
[He's following that up with a press of his teeth against the other's jawline - he won't bite, but it's almost a threat to do so. That hand at his hip grips further up over his waist.]
"You scoundrel. Doing such a thing to a pure soul like me-! Who will put you in your place, huh?"