w7 we-slept-through-curfew: this time i don't lock the dead out.

[rewriter]

[ slightly sleepy party. aika and kiichi are technically also invited but please let the mods rest. ]

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[metacognition]

[ grits my teeth

anyway. with a bat of his perfect peach blossom eyes, he scoots a little closer. ]

Close your eyes.

[unsweeten]

[ he thinks he likes where this is going.

leans in a little closer himself and closes his eyes... ]

[metacognition]

[ well.

he reaches out with his free hand to very lightly tip simon's chin up, with two fingers. takes a sip out of his glass, lets the anticipation sit - one, two... just long enough...

and then leans over to give him a kiss. here you go. drink up ♥ ]

[unsweeten]

[ haha. 5-star delivery as expected, let him give you a tip.

with his hands on either side of fei du's face, simon pulls him in a little closer, deepening that kiss as he savors the taste. ]

Mm...

[ when he pulls back, he licks his lips with a smile. ]

...A nice, rich flavor. Wouldn't mind having that more often.

[metacognition]

[ fei du's emotions flicker somewhere in the area of "pleased jungle cat" when simon pulls back - he goes easily into the deepened kiss, lingering afterwards, the fingertip under his chin dragging lightly before he finally pulls back too, eyes flicking from his mouth back up to his face. ]

It's full-bodied - the sort of thing you should really savor on your palate. I find it's best to give it a little swirl to really pull it apart.

[ and then settles back, absently pulling his fingertips to his mouth to lick them free of whatever wine that was absolutely not on them. this is a travesty. ]