[He couldn't help but smile, pressing it into the kiss. Now he willed himself to invade further, a tongue slipping between Jim’s lips, twisting around and teasing the other man’s tongue, greedy for drawing out low moans. But their clothes—a barrier from what he apparently intended to claim. Just a layer that needed removal, as Richard Brook to Jim Moriarty and Dr. Jonathan Crane to his own. Another reason to pull back, much to his annoyance.]
Clothes. Off.
[A demand from a spoiled brat, matched with eyes that declared "you're mine now." The King has spoken and he's not one to let go. Otherwise, heads will roll. It would be disastrous to end this relationship in such a way, so why not comply?
A finger finds itself trailing up Crane's neck, smoothing over his chin and meeting at his plush lips.]
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:55 am (UTC)Clothes. Off.
[A demand from a spoiled brat, matched with eyes that declared "you're mine now." The King has spoken and he's not one to let go. Otherwise, heads will roll. It would be disastrous to end this relationship in such a way, so why not comply?
A finger finds itself trailing up Crane's neck, smoothing over his chin and meeting at his plush lips.]
Pleeeeease, Jonathan?
[He's the one wearing the crown, so OBEY.]