[Temenos tastes salt the after they part and go in for another round, leading him to reach up and try to wipe at least some of those tears away. This isn't a time for tears, he tells himself as he ignores the stinging in his own eyes.
He feels the tug against his robes, and the subsequent beating of his heart in his throat. He wishes he could give his body over to Beelzebub's hunger as he did that night, but these bars won't allow for it. He makes do with what he has, though.
Taking hold of Beelzebub's hand, he makes an attempt to have him let go for just a moment.]
Hold still, all right?
[He then takes a step back and unclasps the button on his cloak to toss it onto the ground. His robe is quick to join it, leaving just his undershirt. When he returns to press himself back up against the bars and into another kiss, Beelzebub now has access to his hot skin underneath that thin barrier of fabric.]
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He feels the tug against his robes, and the subsequent beating of his heart in his throat. He wishes he could give his body over to Beelzebub's hunger as he did that night, but these bars won't allow for it. He makes do with what he has, though.
Taking hold of Beelzebub's hand, he makes an attempt to have him let go for just a moment.]
Hold still, all right?
[He then takes a step back and unclasps the button on his cloak to toss it onto the ground. His robe is quick to join it, leaving just his undershirt. When he returns to press himself back up against the bars and into another kiss, Beelzebub now has access to his hot skin underneath that thin barrier of fabric.]