[It feels so strange, skin on scales. He's so used to claws and snakeskin, has grown accustomed to fangs and coils instead of sleek slender limbs and delicate fingers. It reminds him to be careful, to be mindful —
(and by the way, he smells delicious lately, which isn't to say that he's going to eat Rohan by any means, but still...he smells delicious, which is horrifying if you think about it too hard so he's not going to)
— and then it's lips on lips, with his teeth feeling gawky and too large for his mouth and yet Rohan so soft and right, and there's probably a metaphor in that somehow, if he cared to think about it enough.
But for the moment he's happy just to kiss him, and think about nothing but that; his emotions still feel raw and sandpapery from the confessions he's made, but it's always been sort of easy to lose himself in Rohan, and right now that's what he's going to do.]
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(and by the way, he smells delicious lately, which isn't to say that he's going to eat Rohan by any means, but still...he smells delicious, which is horrifying if you think about it too hard so he's not going to)
— and then it's lips on lips, with his teeth feeling gawky and too large for his mouth and yet Rohan so soft and right, and there's probably a metaphor in that somehow, if he cared to think about it enough.
But for the moment he's happy just to kiss him, and think about nothing but that; his emotions still feel raw and sandpapery from the confessions he's made, but it's always been sort of easy to lose himself in Rohan, and right now that's what he's going to do.]