[Of all the times they've kissed, now, this one feels the most...grounded, somehow. The kind that makes him want to really lean into it, go almost drowsy from the lulling rhythm of it; the kind that brings that blessed sense of calm back to the forefront of his mind and saturates all his thoughts with it. It's the endpoint on a long and drawn-out question they've been implicitly answering all this time — this is stupid, but was it worth it?
Reno wants his bruises to be freshened up. Thancred finds he's already missing the echoes of curious fingers questing along his skin, and they haven't even stopped yet to begin with.]
Mmmmmm. If I'm "baby", then what are you?
[The bait is obvious, the humor overt. But it would also help to tease out a little more information about that thought he'd bitten off earlier — can he get away with a pet name, even? Is it welcomed? Is it even right to begin with?]
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Reno wants his bruises to be freshened up. Thancred finds he's already missing the echoes of curious fingers questing along his skin, and they haven't even stopped yet to begin with.]
Mmmmmm. If I'm "baby", then what are you?
[The bait is obvious, the humor overt. But it would also help to tease out a little more information about that thought he'd bitten off earlier — can he get away with a pet name, even? Is it welcomed? Is it even right to begin with?]
...Or is that up to me?