[ 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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... 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. ]