[Does Atem notice...? Unclear. He's still under the effects of the single pink drink he'd consumed straight an hour and a half ago; it might be beginning to work its way out of his system, at the tips of his claws and snout and wings, but it's slow going. He's still got that feeling where his skin feels like carbonation wherever he's touching Ryou, whenever he thinks about Ryou, whenever Ryou makes one of those little murmuring sounds.
A rumble's pulled out of Atem, from deep in his chest -- it's been a while since he's made this sound, and it's got an odd timbre to it, thanks to his current liquid-solid form, but he's begun to purr by the time Ryou has to break for breath.]
You do like it.
[He's breathless, voice pitched down because of the form and because of the kissing, still pressing forward, his front against Ryou's. This shouldn't go further, can't go further, but. Atem rubs his face against the side of Ryou's head -- there's trace amounts of chocolate in his hair now, but it's fine, it's fine.]
Maybe I shouldn't have been so polite, all the times we slept together like this.
[His hands are turning back to normal -- less smooth, more leathery.]
nsfw implications,
A rumble's pulled out of Atem, from deep in his chest -- it's been a while since he's made this sound, and it's got an odd timbre to it, thanks to his current liquid-solid form, but he's begun to purr by the time Ryou has to break for breath.]
You do like it.
[He's breathless, voice pitched down because of the form and because of the kissing, still pressing forward, his front against Ryou's. This shouldn't go further, can't go further, but. Atem rubs his face against the side of Ryou's head -- there's trace amounts of chocolate in his hair now, but it's fine, it's fine.]
Maybe I shouldn't have been so polite, all the times we slept together like this.
[His hands are turning back to normal -- less smooth, more leathery.]