[ The kiss on the cheek is nice. And the kiss to his jaw, to his throat, those are interesting in a way he hadn't expected, far more appealing here than they had ever seemed as a spectator, passively glancing at the bolder couples, plied by liquor and loud music. And when Poe presses into him in a far different way than he had before, chin hovering just above his collarbone, staring right at him, well. That's enough to make his breath catch in his throat. If he knew what to do with his hands, he may well be pressing him closer right now but instead he's very, very still, watching Poe, cataloguing every new motion.
He's rigid and tentative enough for it to read as complete disinterest except for the thin, tight material of his blacks which betray that that's not entirely the case. That, too, is different. He's grateful that Poe was thoughtful enough to ask because there's no way he'd be bold enough to ask himself, but -- ] Yes, [ he says, voice a little husky. ] I'm interested.
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He's rigid and tentative enough for it to read as complete disinterest except for the thin, tight material of his blacks which betray that that's not entirely the case. That, too, is different. He's grateful that Poe was thoughtful enough to ask because there's no way he'd be bold enough to ask himself, but -- ] Yes, [ he says, voice a little husky. ] I'm interested.