Birkin pressed into the kiss. He had to admit, there was something so exhilarating about being kissed so roughly. Perhaps it was just the rum, but submitting seemed to come so much easier to him than dominating did.
Delicately, almost fearfully, he began tracing the stitched-up scars that stood out on Stein's chest. What the hell was Stein actually trying to do? Rip out his heart and give it to someone as a gift? He did seem to have a flair for being a bit dramatic.
"If this is the reaction I get when I shower," he mumbled after breaking their kiss, "I should really start doing it more often..." Birkin sauntered towards the bed, leisurely beginning to unfasten the buttons on his shirt as he walked. He looked over his shoulder at Stein with a smirk. "Coming?"
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Date: 2009-06-26 03:21 am (UTC)Delicately, almost fearfully, he began tracing the stitched-up scars that stood out on Stein's chest. What the hell was Stein actually trying to do? Rip out his heart and give it to someone as a gift? He did seem to have a flair for being a bit dramatic.
"If this is the reaction I get when I shower," he mumbled after breaking their kiss, "I should really start doing it more often..." Birkin sauntered towards the bed, leisurely beginning to unfasten the buttons on his shirt as he walked. He looked over his shoulder at Stein with a smirk. "Coming?"