[ It's all fun and games until someone is touching him, then all bets are off.
Which is to say— Claude is usually the one initiating contact in all forms. People don't usually try to touch him (he smells like corpses and embalming fluid and wears gloves that are two times too thick for the weather); it's only Gus that ruffles his hair or nudges his shoulder, so this sudden intimacy spurred on by a third party is. A lot.
He flinches, but not in a way that suggests that he's recoiling. In a way, it's strangely shy for him— he forms the beginnings of wait in the back of his throat— but it dies down, replaced with an edge of competitiveness.
Her warmth is reciprocated in equal measures, received with lips and just a taste of tongue. One hand massages the base of Iona's neck, and the other braces her against him along her hip.
When he pulls back, he chuckles against her chin. ]
You're quite conceited. [ wow???????? claude??????? but then again: ] But also, humble.
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Which is to say— Claude is usually the one initiating contact in all forms. People don't usually try to touch him (he smells like corpses and embalming fluid and wears gloves that are two times too thick for the weather); it's only Gus that ruffles his hair or nudges his shoulder, so this sudden intimacy spurred on by a third party is. A lot.
He flinches, but not in a way that suggests that he's recoiling. In a way, it's strangely shy for him— he forms the beginnings of wait in the back of his throat— but it dies down, replaced with an edge of competitiveness.
Her warmth is reciprocated in equal measures, received with lips and just a taste of tongue. One hand massages the base of Iona's neck, and the other braces her against him along her hip.
When he pulls back, he chuckles against her chin. ]
You're quite conceited. [ wow???????? claude??????? but then again: ] But also, humble.
I've thought about more. [ jeez ]