with the delight in vax's expression, a little yellow blends with the pink, both of his hands coming up to rest at the sides of vax's face as he kisses back. his thumbs brush over the feathers, fingers threaded into his hair, exhaling a soft sigh against his mouth-- far be it for him to push vax away now, either, especially when that contact is something nice as well. vax is warm against him, his weight comfortable considering emet's relative size and strength.
he could envelop him, he thinks, with how comparatively small vax is. were they reversed, he's sure vax would be unable to see or feel anything besides him.
-and isn't that an encouraging thought. he leans into the kiss a little more, there, a hand sliding down to his back, careful of the wings.]
he's paying close attention, and seems to like that little sigh, too. emet's hands are big on his cheeks and up in his hair, and that gets a little pleased noise in return - in fact, he'll feel vax's ears twitch like a cat's, pressing up into the touch immediately, both the one on his cheek and the one that moves down his back. the wings shiver, ruffling and spreading out a little further horizontally for balance, and he arches into it, nice and easy.
and also very much unaware of emet's thought process, at the moment, so. for now he's just content to give and give, languid and affectionate - he nips playfully at emet's lower lip again, picking up the pace as a little as it seems like they're both getting more comfortable. or, maybe the opposite? maybe a little more riled up.
... he'd kind of like to see emet more riled up, actually. now there's a thought. ]
[he gives, and emet is content to take. there's equal affection in it, even as vax presses a little further-- and emet certainly isn't complaining about that, either, leaning right into it, the hand at his back pulling him in closer. fingertips digging into the fabric a little, more intent.
the next time he breaks the kiss to breathe, he's quiet for a second, intense yellow eyes fixed on vax.
before a corner of his mouth quirks, and he nudges at him, shifting. come on. over.]
Take care with your wings.
[he doesn't want to fuck them up in just rolling vax over, okay.]
[ oh, he really likes the intensity in his eyes, actually. vax's own are darker than usual, the hazel a little overcome, mixing in with those faint flickers of red that seem to come in and out - as he takes in a breath and is about to go in for more, that phrase stops him.
... the quirk of a smile does, too, and he returns it. you know, this is a completely fair point - vax has, however, gotten a little spicy with his wings before so it's not like he's unaware of how to work around them, so. the grin widens a bit, and he sits up straighter, and then lets emet go right ahead and roll them over, holding out both of his arms in the process like he's going for a ride. (he's not? maybe that's later.)
but the minute his back hits the bed his arms are coming up, beckoning. c'mere you ]
[he shifts them carefully, rolling his eyes at the way vax holds his arms out-- ridiculous, he thinks, but fondness makes pink shades crawl once more through the shadow.
and as vax reaches for him, beckons him close... of course he follows. he leans down to kiss him once more, covering him, wings spreading a little wider as they drape down. he blocks out much of the remaining light in the room, the natural glow of his eyes lighting the space he's created, along with the light shimmer of pink and yellow and orange. the shadow is slowly becoming something more colorful, something more like black opal.]
[ it is suddenly very dark, and that is a very real and immediate reminder of the size difference between them - not that it was ever hard to forget. he stretches up to meet emet halfway when he comes to kiss him, pleased, and takes the moment to let his eyes adjust to the pale kaleidoscope of light that comes from that black shadowed form before closing them and picking up where they left off. despite being more or less pinned in, he's reactive and moves, back arching up a little off of the soft surface of the bed, shifting underneath emet to press his chest up against him, and create a few more points of contact.
his own wings shiver a little as they spread out across the big surface of the bed, matching that same iridescent shine for a moment and rippling with a dark blue and purple, instead. it's a good indicator of his own mood, as he brings them back up to wrap around emet's back, too, like he could pull him in more when their lips meet again, his hands following. he immediately starts rucking up the fabric of his robes between his fingers, sliding his hands down his back, and then up his front, touching, curious, exploring. there's lots to plane out, after all - figures, vax'ildan's not so good at staying still. ]
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with the delight in vax's expression, a little yellow blends with the pink, both of his hands coming up to rest at the sides of vax's face as he kisses back. his thumbs brush over the feathers, fingers threaded into his hair, exhaling a soft sigh against his mouth-- far be it for him to push vax away now, either, especially when that contact is something nice as well. vax is warm against him, his weight comfortable considering emet's relative size and strength.
he could envelop him, he thinks, with how comparatively small vax is. were they reversed, he's sure vax would be unable to see or feel anything besides him.
-and isn't that an encouraging thought. he leans into the kiss a little more, there, a hand sliding down to his back, careful of the wings.]
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he's paying close attention, and seems to like that little sigh, too. emet's hands are big on his cheeks and up in his hair, and that gets a little pleased noise in return - in fact, he'll feel vax's ears twitch like a cat's, pressing up into the touch immediately, both the one on his cheek and the one that moves down his back. the wings shiver, ruffling and spreading out a little further horizontally for balance, and he arches into it, nice and easy.
and also very much unaware of emet's thought process, at the moment, so. for now he's just content to give and give, languid and affectionate - he nips playfully at emet's lower lip again, picking up the pace as a little as it seems like they're both getting more comfortable. or, maybe the opposite? maybe a little more riled up.
... he'd kind of like to see emet more riled up, actually. now there's a thought. ]
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the next time he breaks the kiss to breathe, he's quiet for a second, intense yellow eyes fixed on vax.
before a corner of his mouth quirks, and he nudges at him, shifting. come on. over.]
Take care with your wings.
[he doesn't want to fuck them up in just rolling vax over, okay.]
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... the quirk of a smile does, too, and he returns it. you know, this is a completely fair point - vax has, however, gotten a little spicy with his wings before so it's not like he's unaware of how to work around them, so. the grin widens a bit, and he sits up straighter, and then lets emet go right ahead and roll them over, holding out both of his arms in the process like he's going for a ride. (he's not? maybe that's later.)
but the minute his back hits the bed his arms are coming up, beckoning. c'mere you ]
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and as vax reaches for him, beckons him close... of course he follows. he leans down to kiss him once more, covering him, wings spreading a little wider as they drape down. he blocks out much of the remaining light in the room, the natural glow of his eyes lighting the space he's created, along with the light shimmer of pink and yellow and orange. the shadow is slowly becoming something more colorful, something more like black opal.]
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his own wings shiver a little as they spread out across the big surface of the bed, matching that same iridescent shine for a moment and rippling with a dark blue and purple, instead. it's a good indicator of his own mood, as he brings them back up to wrap around emet's back, too, like he could pull him in more when their lips meet again, his hands following. he immediately starts rucking up the fabric of his robes between his fingers, sliding his hands down his back, and then up his front, touching, curious, exploring. there's lots to plane out, after all - figures, vax'ildan's not so good at staying still. ]