[ He laughs, letting the joyous sound carry the end of his question. Hubert is the one who just had his fingers in Ferdinand’s hair, he is the one who leaned in first. Ferdinand couldn’t very well resist in the face of all that.
His lips still feel warm from where they had been pressed to Hubert’s, tongue darting out to sweep up the bitter taste of coffee that lingers there. For as much as Ferdinand proclaims to hate the stuff, he might come to like it, if he could drink it from Hubert’s lips, again and again. ]
I might like to steal another. Or… perhaps I do not need to steal at all?
[ If Hubert would give him a kiss instead, he means. ]
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[ He laughs, letting the joyous sound carry the end of his question. Hubert is the one who just had his fingers in Ferdinand’s hair, he is the one who leaned in first. Ferdinand couldn’t very well resist in the face of all that.
His lips still feel warm from where they had been pressed to Hubert’s, tongue darting out to sweep up the bitter taste of coffee that lingers there. For as much as Ferdinand proclaims to hate the stuff, he might come to like it, if he could drink it from Hubert’s lips, again and again. ]
I might like to steal another. Or… perhaps I do not need to steal at all?
[ If Hubert would give him a kiss instead, he means. ]