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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"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."