All that bare skin on display makes it transparently visible how these compliments affect Danse, the pink flush creeping all the way down his chest with his pleasure at that open, free, honest praise. He'd never want to hear it from anyone but Deacon, but his lover has always had a way of admiring his looks that makes Danse actually want more, want to hear it and want to earn it.
He gives a rumbling, purring sort of hum of delight into that kiss, arms winding immediately around Deacon to gather him into that embrace and one hand sliding through the soft regrowth on his scalp to stroke at it with the pads of his fingers. Deacon's hands are devouring him before he can get his wits about him again, his breath caught and quickening with pleasure at those skillful hands and that hot mouth on the most sensitive spot of his throat, already beginning to harden and wearing something that somehow manages to make that even more obvious than if he were just naked.
"Glad it exceeded your expectations," he teases, low in Deacon's ear and lips brushing the shell of it. "I'll wear it more often. But we need to address your uniform violation, soldier." His nails dig gently into Deacon's bare shoulder blade, to illustrate the point.
That pink hue to Danse's skin only makes Deacon want to devour more of it, kissing over pectorals now, his nose nuzzling into the soft bed of hair along Danse's chest. He huffs in indignation at the comment, his hands skirting up Danse's raised legs to squeeze at the curve of his ass.
"Give me a moment-" he protests, "I just need you to know how much you're appreciated before I get into character..." Deacon laughs, looking lovingly up at Danse with a smile. He crawls higher again to give his lover a more affectionate kiss, slower and emotional in nature. When it breaks, it lingers for Deacon to murmur against his lips. "I've missed you."
With clear hesitation, Deacon's hands lower Danse's legs again and skim back up his bare body to cradle his jaw while he presses another kiss to the tip of Danse's nose and his brow. He then eases back, one of the most difficult things he has had to do in the last week, easily.
"Head back to your bunk, soldier," he says, still too playful to be playing the role of Danse's superior. "I'll be there in a moment."
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He gives a rumbling, purring sort of hum of delight into that kiss, arms winding immediately around Deacon to gather him into that embrace and one hand sliding through the soft regrowth on his scalp to stroke at it with the pads of his fingers. Deacon's hands are devouring him before he can get his wits about him again, his breath caught and quickening with pleasure at those skillful hands and that hot mouth on the most sensitive spot of his throat, already beginning to harden and wearing something that somehow manages to make that even more obvious than if he were just naked.
"Glad it exceeded your expectations," he teases, low in Deacon's ear and lips brushing the shell of it. "I'll wear it more often. But we need to address your uniform violation, soldier." His nails dig gently into Deacon's bare shoulder blade, to illustrate the point.
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"Give me a moment-" he protests, "I just need you to know how much you're appreciated before I get into character..." Deacon laughs, looking lovingly up at Danse with a smile. He crawls higher again to give his lover a more affectionate kiss, slower and emotional in nature. When it breaks, it lingers for Deacon to murmur against his lips. "I've missed you."
With clear hesitation, Deacon's hands lower Danse's legs again and skim back up his bare body to cradle his jaw while he presses another kiss to the tip of Danse's nose and his brow. He then eases back, one of the most difficult things he has had to do in the last week, easily.
"Head back to your bunk, soldier," he says, still too playful to be playing the role of Danse's superior. "I'll be there in a moment."