[A reprieve in that kiss, from the overwhelming thrum of wanting in Palamedes' whole body, even as meeting Choso's lips and tongue with his own tug that thread even tighter. Re-centering from the dizzying hypotheticals of Choso's mouth elsewhere, wanting too many things all at once, and yet Palamedes knows he would simply unravel, kissed this way enough times.
Something to look forward to. He murmurs something quiet and nonsensical between them as Choso shifts, a quip about doing anything far less important than kissing Choso again on the end of it. Briefly he turns his head a fraction, to judge the space between the two of them and the wall, considering the last time.]
You'll have to indulge me in the illusion that I can roll you over, [he says, giving Choso's shoulder a barely-there nudge, for emphasis on how he is not exactly built for it.] So, let's indulge.
[That's all the persuasion it should take, in his opinion, in this moment. He has the new benefit of six extra arms' worth of strength, he quickly finds, the tentacles already wrapped around Choso making him eat his words near instantly with how much easier it is to turn them over like that. Somewhere in the middle he pauses for a beat, set upon involuntarily by the need to scientifically chart how in hell the rest of his body can power these arms, making a face, but he gets past it with a slight shake of his head and pulling himself up to look down at Choso.
Indulgent, just to hover close an extra couple seconds, to appreciate the heat of their mingled breath. Even more so to settle over Choso in stages, dipping to kiss him long and languid, then skin against skin once more, chest to chest; a careful shift of his hips and his thigh slotted between Choso's. The kiss doesn't break so much as slide into something else, as Palamedes angles kisses down to Choso's jawline and neck, soft and slow and affectionate. Warm, and practically adoring as he presses his lips over a fluttering pulse point and trails lower down the line of Choso's throat, attentive to Choso's responses from his breath all the way to his heart rate.
Necromancer perk.]
You're gorgeous, you know, [he says, barely above a whisper, near the dip of a collarbone.] Is there anywhere that's off limits?
[Just let him know; in the meantime he slides lower, hand drifting down to grip Choso's hip and work its way up instead.]
no subject
Something to look forward to. He murmurs something quiet and nonsensical between them as Choso shifts, a quip about doing anything far less important than kissing Choso again on the end of it. Briefly he turns his head a fraction, to judge the space between the two of them and the wall, considering the last time.]
You'll have to indulge me in the illusion that I can roll you over, [he says, giving Choso's shoulder a barely-there nudge, for emphasis on how he is not exactly built for it.] So, let's indulge.
[That's all the persuasion it should take, in his opinion, in this moment. He has the new benefit of six extra arms' worth of strength, he quickly finds, the tentacles already wrapped around Choso making him eat his words near instantly with how much easier it is to turn them over like that. Somewhere in the middle he pauses for a beat, set upon involuntarily by the need to scientifically chart how in hell the rest of his body can power these arms, making a face, but he gets past it with a slight shake of his head and pulling himself up to look down at Choso.
Indulgent, just to hover close an extra couple seconds, to appreciate the heat of their mingled breath. Even more so to settle over Choso in stages, dipping to kiss him long and languid, then skin against skin once more, chest to chest; a careful shift of his hips and his thigh slotted between Choso's. The kiss doesn't break so much as slide into something else, as Palamedes angles kisses down to Choso's jawline and neck, soft and slow and affectionate. Warm, and practically adoring as he presses his lips over a fluttering pulse point and trails lower down the line of Choso's throat, attentive to Choso's responses from his breath all the way to his heart rate.
Necromancer perk.]
You're gorgeous, you know, [he says, barely above a whisper, near the dip of a collarbone.] Is there anywhere that's off limits?
[Just let him know; in the meantime he slides lower, hand drifting down to grip Choso's hip and work its way up instead.]