[ Amos feels the soft huff of Larry's breath against the exposed skin of his neck. They can't see each other's faces right now; he smiles at the faint tickle of air, maybe an actual, genuine smile, and allows the expression to stay on his face as he pulls back, separates, loses that contact. ]
Let's.
[ He's never been in a Rook's quarters before. Well-- he's only ever been in one particular Cardinal's rooms, but for expressly different purposes. Larry has less, which is to be expected. He also has more than Amos does, which is also to be expected. Luxury is nothing for him, but for a night? Yeah. Sure. He'd be an idiot not to appreciate that.
He takes his eyes off Larry's face, his mouth, down, back up, the bottle still in his hand, and looks back up at Larry, a question in his eyes. ] So what's first? [ he asks, hand gesturing at the bottle, then off to the side a little, Larry's centre of mass, a little lower. ]
no subject
Let's.
[ He's never been in a Rook's quarters before. Well-- he's only ever been in one particular Cardinal's rooms, but for expressly different purposes. Larry has less, which is to be expected. He also has more than Amos does, which is also to be expected. Luxury is nothing for him, but for a night? Yeah. Sure. He'd be an idiot not to appreciate that.
He takes his eyes off Larry's face, his mouth, down, back up, the bottle still in his hand, and looks back up at Larry, a question in his eyes. ] So what's first? [ he asks, hand gesturing at the bottle, then off to the side a little, Larry's centre of mass, a little lower. ]