19.Jun.18, 12:43 PM
M’dox watched T’bia closely, wanting to be sure that when T’bia said he was okay he actually meant it and wasn’t just saying he was because… well, because he panicked or didn’t know what else to say. Like M’dox usually did. After a moment of consideration M’dox was convinced T’bia meant it when he confirmed he was fine with M’dox sitting on his lap.
“Great.” He smiled, sliding one arm down to around T’bia’s waist so he could pull his friend as close to him as possible, other arm still around T’bia’s shoulders. This was not how M’dox had envisioned their picnic going, but he had less then zero complaints about it. Between the euphoria he felt kissing T’bia and the pride he felt from Riquarth humming through their bond — for being brave enough to say ‘yes,’ for saying yes because he wanted to not because he was afraid of saying no, for being able to lead when T’bia didn’t know how — M’dox’s heart was singing and he couldn’t stop smiling.
He liked this so much. He liked the way T’bia held him, how he pulled him close, the soft kisses. Everything was so nice. The nudge to his jaw had M’dox tilting his head back, giving T’bia the access he wanted, curious and pleased about T’bia’s growing confidence with kissing. M’dox didn’t mind leading, but he didn’t just want them to do whatever he thought of, he wanted T’bia to try things out too. And this particular idea of his was great. M’dox couldn’t help the gasp he let out, enjoying the feel of T’bia’s lips on his neck. He hummed at the way T’bia nuzzled against him, and when T’bia leaned back up to give him a shy kiss, looking a bit embarrassed, M’dox quickly deepened it, wanting to show T’bia how very much he had liked it, the hand on T’bia’s shoulder moving to the back of his head, pulling him closer.
“Great.” He smiled, sliding one arm down to around T’bia’s waist so he could pull his friend as close to him as possible, other arm still around T’bia’s shoulders. This was not how M’dox had envisioned their picnic going, but he had less then zero complaints about it. Between the euphoria he felt kissing T’bia and the pride he felt from Riquarth humming through their bond — for being brave enough to say ‘yes,’ for saying yes because he wanted to not because he was afraid of saying no, for being able to lead when T’bia didn’t know how — M’dox’s heart was singing and he couldn’t stop smiling.
He liked this so much. He liked the way T’bia held him, how he pulled him close, the soft kisses. Everything was so nice. The nudge to his jaw had M’dox tilting his head back, giving T’bia the access he wanted, curious and pleased about T’bia’s growing confidence with kissing. M’dox didn’t mind leading, but he didn’t just want them to do whatever he thought of, he wanted T’bia to try things out too. And this particular idea of his was great. M’dox couldn’t help the gasp he let out, enjoying the feel of T’bia’s lips on his neck. He hummed at the way T’bia nuzzled against him, and when T’bia leaned back up to give him a shy kiss, looking a bit embarrassed, M’dox quickly deepened it, wanting to show T’bia how very much he had liked it, the hand on T’bia’s shoulder moving to the back of his head, pulling him closer.