[ the flare of anger and outrage only serves to delight aodh, as he feels the puny human struggle in his arms. he almost bursts out laughing, when he feels the sole of a boot stamping down on his own. but he really ought to behave, shouldn't he? they are, after all, still out in public. nonetheless, he isn't in a rush to end the kiss, so even as he senses the princeling reach for presumably a weapon, he takes his time chasing after and tasting that elusive tongue.
after a while longer, he finally draws back with a satisfied lick of his lips. amusement is writ on his face, as he grins down at the blond. ]
That is how you kiss. [ he has yet to release him, instead his gaze lifting up to the mistletoe... which continues to hover above their heads. hm. ]
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after a while longer, he finally draws back with a satisfied lick of his lips. amusement is writ on his face, as he grins down at the blond. ]
That is how you kiss. [ he has yet to release him, instead his gaze lifting up to the mistletoe... which continues to hover above their heads. hm. ]