It's the Cat's turn to make a sound into their kiss — not quite a moan but not completely a gasp, either, more like an amalgamation of both as he not only feels a shiver of delight race across his senses at the feeling of Edwin's nails against his flesh, but also at the idea of Edwin physically responding to him with more than just simply kissing back. By all accounts, he didn't even have to do that — he promised The Cat a kiss, not a reciprocation and certainly not a make-out session or anything like that... but as Edwin seems to be curiously cataloguing the way this feels, flourishing in the inexperience despite how intensely new this must all feel, the Cat can't help but be curious himself. How far will Edwin let him go? Will he be able to coax more of these out of him as a reward for being useful? Will it stop being an exchange and become something they just do, eventually?
His fingers slide down in featherlight touches to the elegant slope of Edwin's neck, trying to cling without clinging, because the feeling of his lip between both of Edwin's is impossibly good, and he's struggling to not let his mind run away with inspiration. Helplessly — because how could he have any hope of resisting the temptation when it's gone so well so far? — he opens his mouth a touch wider, letting the smallest flicker of his tongue lash out to taste Edwin's mouth.
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Date: 2025-11-15 07:32 pm (UTC)His fingers slide down in featherlight touches to the elegant slope of Edwin's neck, trying to cling without clinging, because the feeling of his lip between both of Edwin's is impossibly good, and he's struggling to not let his mind run away with inspiration. Helplessly — because how could he have any hope of resisting the temptation when it's gone so well so far? — he opens his mouth a touch wider, letting the smallest flicker of his tongue lash out to taste Edwin's mouth.