[ There's a scoff there, a sort of derisive snort at the lack of alcohol in the place. Back home, his family had a few crystal decanters in every room, but that was simply because one needed a drink to survive any encounter with a Hesketh.
He's adjusting one of his rolled shirt sleeves when Danny does a turnabout and he glances up idly but doesn't give it much thought. The kiss is a surprise, but not at all unpleasant, the sound he makes behind it caught between a moan and chuckle. He staggers back against the door jamb and reaches for Danny, fingers fisting at his sides in the fabric of Danny's shirt. He pulls him closer by proxy, wanting to feel more of him, not just the chaste knocking of thighs. It's almost possessive, but one can't be possessive of a person, no less someone he doesn't know.
He slides his tongue along Danny's, slowing the kiss into something more languid, sensual. For all that he wants the frenzied sort of clashing, he has every intention of taking control, or as much as he can, of the situation. One hand slides down to his arse, squeezing, pulling him closer. ]
Hmn, better than tea and water, at least. [ he speaks, finally, breaking momentarily for air before kissing him again. ]
sorry for the late!
[ There's a scoff there, a sort of derisive snort at the lack of alcohol in the place. Back home, his family had a few crystal decanters in every room, but that was simply because one needed a drink to survive any encounter with a Hesketh.
He's adjusting one of his rolled shirt sleeves when Danny does a turnabout and he glances up idly but doesn't give it much thought. The kiss is a surprise, but not at all unpleasant, the sound he makes behind it caught between a moan and chuckle. He staggers back against the door jamb and reaches for Danny, fingers fisting at his sides in the fabric of Danny's shirt. He pulls him closer by proxy, wanting to feel more of him, not just the chaste knocking of thighs. It's almost possessive, but one can't be possessive of a person, no less someone he doesn't know.
He slides his tongue along Danny's, slowing the kiss into something more languid, sensual. For all that he wants the frenzied sort of clashing, he has every intention of taking control, or as much as he can, of the situation. One hand slides down to his arse, squeezing, pulling him closer. ]
Hmn, better than tea and water, at least. [ he speaks, finally, breaking momentarily for air before kissing him again. ]