Nothing could have prepared him for that. Yes, his own hands are working at the buttons of Rook's shirt, trying to free more and more of him to touch, to explore, but they still almost immediately as that sudden bite is clamping down against him. He gasps out, ending in a whine, as his body trembles with the sudden harshness to the affection, the sudden pain that it blossoms within. On that note, it wasn't a pain he disliked, either.
Plus, with Rook's hand grasping him, curling around his balls to squeeze there alongside that harsh kiss, Epel's like putty in his hands. Both of his own curl against Rook's half-open shirt, grasping the fabric as his hips rock forward, his eyes squeezing shut, and a little eager moan slipping out, followed soon after by a gasp of Rook's own name. So easily, he's lost that hurried feeling, simply falling into the moment, letting out a soft, shuddering breath.
Finally, he manages to get ahold of himself enough to get back to messing with those buttons, his breathing a bit further labored now. "... How come you're so bold so easily, huh?" He murmurs, embarrassed.
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Plus, with Rook's hand grasping him, curling around his balls to squeeze there alongside that harsh kiss, Epel's like putty in his hands. Both of his own curl against Rook's half-open shirt, grasping the fabric as his hips rock forward, his eyes squeezing shut, and a little eager moan slipping out, followed soon after by a gasp of Rook's own name. So easily, he's lost that hurried feeling, simply falling into the moment, letting out a soft, shuddering breath.
Finally, he manages to get ahold of himself enough to get back to messing with those buttons, his breathing a bit further labored now. "... How come you're so bold so easily, huh?" He murmurs, embarrassed.