[ Dion's lips part as his tongue traces along them, and Joshua has to stop himself from being too impulsive. He still isn't all that personally experienced, but he isn't naive enough to have missed the way two lovers may have slid their tongues down each other's throats in back alleys of cities, or to have ignored the chatter on the same topic from darkened corners of taverns. He knows the practice in theory. Whether he can do elegantly has yet to be seen.
But before he can try, Dion's fingers tug just a little on his hair, and he gasps softly against the prince's lips. Oh, Founder. His fingers dig in to Dion's hip, just a little bit, and he briefly considers saying something. Just for a second.
And then decides against it, because they aren't quite pushing the boundaries just yet. If Dion wants to fill the space between, Joshua will gladly make sure he is pressed flush against the other man. And if Dion's lips remain parted, he will certainly introduce the tip of his tongue once more, as though asking permission. ]
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But before he can try, Dion's fingers tug just a little on his hair, and he gasps softly against the prince's lips. Oh, Founder. His fingers dig in to Dion's hip, just a little bit, and he briefly considers saying something. Just for a second.
And then decides against it, because they aren't quite pushing the boundaries just yet. If Dion wants to fill the space between, Joshua will gladly make sure he is pressed flush against the other man. And if Dion's lips remain parted, he will certainly introduce the tip of his tongue once more, as though asking permission. ]