[He's panting for breath when they separate, his touch loosening but still reaching in chase as Temenos backs away and starts to disrobe. Once more than the cloak drops to the ground, Beelzebub's outstretched hand withdraws, frantically pulling off his own jacket and throwing it to the jail floor, quickly followed by the loose fitting shirt, the healing marks of last week still mildly peppering his shoulders and chest.
His muscles tense as he pulls himself to Temenos, sulking in a breath at the cool press of stone before taking up the heat of the cleric's mouth, letting both of his hands claw down the thin fabric, following the line of his body. His kissing starts to turn to nipping, migrating to the line of Temenos's jaw with a forceful nudge, taking skin between his teeth and pressing his tongue to the feel of his pulse at the starting stretch of his neck.]
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His muscles tense as he pulls himself to Temenos, sulking in a breath at the cool press of stone before taking up the heat of the cleric's mouth, letting both of his hands claw down the thin fabric, following the line of his body. His kissing starts to turn to nipping, migrating to the line of Temenos's jaw with a forceful nudge, taking skin between his teeth and pressing his tongue to the feel of his pulse at the starting stretch of his neck.]