K's strong touch through the fragile fabric against his skin nearly draws a moan from Tech Boy's lips. The texture of the silk lends a new sensation to the intimately familiar caress of those hands. He'd have to keep this in mind for the future and be sure to reciprocate the experience. Silk is a rare enough luxury, and a man like K deserves to be drapes in the finest, softest things. Plus, the mental image of silk stretched over K's fine chest and powerful muscles--Who knew a technology god would be into it this much? Certainly not Tech Boy.
As he presses his body against K's with the guidance of hand on hip, absolutely nothing is left to the imagination. The kiss fills him with a passionate warmth and, closing his eyes, Tech Boy pictures their text conversation with a little shiver of excitement. The god meets K's restrained urgency with his own, but he doesn't want any of this to be over too quickly. Especially after such an exquisite prelude. Still, he makes a nearly inaudible sound of protest when K breaks the kiss to speak.
"It's a surprise for later." Tech Boy taps the bottle with an index finger. "Drinks now, since you've smartly brought my favorite home." He smirks teasingly. "And the booze. You brought booze home too."
Tech Boy slides his hands into K's pockets (front or back, whichever his wandering fingers find first), thus preventing him from doing exactly the thing that Tech Boy just asked him to do. Can't very well step away to make drinks with a god in your pockets, bodily impeding movement. Whatever will it take to convince Tech Boy to release him? His pocketed hands tease lightly as the robe shifts to become a little less useful as a body covering.
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As he presses his body against K's with the guidance of hand on hip, absolutely nothing is left to the imagination. The kiss fills him with a passionate warmth and, closing his eyes, Tech Boy pictures their text conversation with a little shiver of excitement. The god meets K's restrained urgency with his own, but he doesn't want any of this to be over too quickly. Especially after such an exquisite prelude. Still, he makes a nearly inaudible sound of protest when K breaks the kiss to speak.
"It's a surprise for later." Tech Boy taps the bottle with an index finger. "Drinks now, since you've smartly brought my favorite home." He smirks teasingly. "And the booze. You brought booze home too."
Tech Boy slides his hands into K's pockets (front or back, whichever his wandering fingers find first), thus preventing him from doing exactly the thing that Tech Boy just asked him to do. Can't very well step away to make drinks with a god in your pockets, bodily impeding movement. Whatever will it take to convince Tech Boy to release him? His pocketed hands tease lightly as the robe shifts to become a little less useful as a body covering.