[ the fact that they're close enough for him to feel the heat of his body, or even the tautness of his muscles beneath his clothes is nothing short of... enraging, actually. while most would find such contact pleasurable, perhaps even a touch stimulating, it's anything but for callisto. or so he retains.
his brow furrows and his hand presses in harder with mot strength, yet aodh doesn't budge an inch. the nip back makes him release a small grunt, as he tries to pull his head back, only to remember the hand at the nape of his neck. instead he pulls away just enough for his lips to be repositioned and their tongues meeting with more fervor. except, his is definitely trying to inch away, but its hard when their mouths only provide so much space.
his feet rise up to step on aodh's feet, but he doesn't think that's going to help either. the dagger in his suit pocket is beginning to feel all the more appealing, and so his hand ends up sliding towards it.
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his brow furrows and his hand presses in harder with mot strength, yet aodh doesn't budge an inch. the nip back makes him release a small grunt, as he tries to pull his head back, only to remember the hand at the nape of his neck. instead he pulls away just enough for his lips to be repositioned and their tongues meeting with more fervor. except, his is definitely trying to inch away, but its hard when their mouths only provide so much space.
his feet rise up to step on aodh's feet, but he doesn't think that's going to help either. the dagger in his suit pocket is beginning to feel all the more appealing, and so his hand ends up sliding towards it.
release him?? hello? ]