[he laughs, genuine and amused, and drops another kiss on Hans's mouth before he'll slowly pull away, unwilling to lose his touch but accepting the need to do so if he's to try and take off his clothes. instead, he'll go back to the bed, finding a comfortable way to lean back so that he can watch Hans.
he doesn't need to do anything special, it's merely him himself that fascinates Edmond so, that has his eyes lingering over his skin, his form now in a way that he's never allowed himself to look before. thoughts of the outside world, of family, of God are so very far, and the only witnesses are the night and stars and himself. it's poetic, really.]
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he doesn't need to do anything special, it's merely him himself that fascinates Edmond so, that has his eyes lingering over his skin, his form now in a way that he's never allowed himself to look before. thoughts of the outside world, of family, of God are so very far, and the only witnesses are the night and stars and himself. it's poetic, really.]