[ Rau draws back for a moment and nonchalantly allows the coat and belt slip to the floor. But complaining, hm? One gloved hand (and he's vaguely amused that these stayed on longer than the jacket) dips under Gil's chin, the thumb ghosting over Gil's lower lip. ]
You really do talk too much.
[ But there's a temporary fix for that. Rau's mouth replaces the finger a beat later; he kisses with deliberate laziness this time, noticeably scaled back from the previous pressure. His hands drop to Gil's collar and the fastenings across the chest, making up for lack of familiarity with whatever-this-top-is with brisk efficiency, neither attempting to be particularly rough or delicate. Even if there aren't really rules, even if there isn't really fair or unfair, it's a touch annoying to be the only one starting to show skin. ]
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You really do talk too much.
[ But there's a temporary fix for that. Rau's mouth replaces the finger a beat later; he kisses with deliberate laziness this time, noticeably scaled back from the previous pressure. His hands drop to Gil's collar and the fastenings across the chest, making up for lack of familiarity with whatever-this-top-is with brisk efficiency, neither attempting to be particularly rough or delicate. Even if there aren't really rules, even if there isn't really fair or unfair, it's a touch annoying to be the only one starting to show skin. ]