The kiss maybe should have been expected. Danse often has passionate reactions to the things Deacon says, but the intensity with which he acts is always something that takes Deacon but surprise. He throws his arms around Danse's neck and melts against him, happily caged against the cool tile as he returns that passionate kiss and lets it linger on.
"Was it something I said?" he croaks teasingly against Danse's lips before nipping playfully at the lower one, his fingertips scratching into his scalp, thumbs massaging gently along the sides of Danse's neck.
"I'll keep the face," Deacon says softly, "In case that wasn't clear. For you, Baby Brahmin, it's worth the trouble."
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"Was it something I said?" he croaks teasingly against Danse's lips before nipping playfully at the lower one, his fingertips scratching into his scalp, thumbs massaging gently along the sides of Danse's neck.
"I'll keep the face," Deacon says softly, "In case that wasn't clear. For you, Baby Brahmin, it's worth the trouble."