[ Hector lets Owen get away with it pretty easily. Each nip he gets, he gives in turn, and he chuckles low at the tantalizing ripple of pressure on his lips. It tells him just enough to know what kind of person Owen is, really...
He adjusts, nudging Owen's legs open to make room for himself and nestle in between his legs. Slowly, he lowers his weight onto him, deepening the kiss as he does; his free hand, the one not propping himself up, teases the waistband of his skirt, traces along the edges of the belt.
When he breaks the kiss, he only does so to speak low into his ear. ]
I know we were talking fashion, but— [ He tugs at the band, emphasizing the point he's about to make. ] I think you're wearing a bit too much.
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He adjusts, nudging Owen's legs open to make room for himself and nestle in between his legs. Slowly, he lowers his weight onto him, deepening the kiss as he does; his free hand, the one not propping himself up, teases the waistband of his skirt, traces along the edges of the belt.
When he breaks the kiss, he only does so to speak low into his ear. ]
I know we were talking fashion, but— [ He tugs at the band, emphasizing the point he's about to make. ] I think you're wearing a bit too much.