[ He will never cease to be intrigued by the complexities in a kiss and what they convey and inspire between two people. The blond is fully aware at how easily he can rile Austria up with words; reminders of what inspired their partnership, and everything that it entailed by association. Part of him wants to reassure him that he's not trying to make a mockery of their evening with barbs, the gentle scolding being enough to redirect his efforts. Most of him wants to kiss him though because he missed the brunet as well and being this close eased the ache in his chest that had been there for months.
Austria isn't the only one needy for a little bit of affection. He hadn't intended to lure his lover off but now that he's in the moment it's hard to just pull away. Scolding or not. Luckily, Austria is the one that speaks up and he can't stop the tiny smile at his feeble attempt to save face. For a moment he wants to suggest that they could try to make it back to theirs, but the fine balance of disbelief and arousal had been thrown to one end. It's good they're both particularly fond and France is particularly weak to a mouth on his neck. ]
Classless...? [ He sounds happily distracted but pulls it together to cluck at his lover, gripping his shoulder. To keep him close? Was that really a fight? ] We aren't doing it in an effort to be caught. [ Tonight, at least. ] I missed you, and I need you.
[ France doesn't have the time to whine over Austria putting space between them because he's being pulled, at first stumbling, then getting his baring with a surprised titter that has more to do with being dragged off by the man he loves than being dragged off to do horribly taboo PDA. Damned if it doesn't look like he's living his best life though, beaming at the poor brunet when they've made in into the trees. He can feel his arousal pressing firm between them and he shivers, wanting to pull Austria's hips even tighter against his own but that'd be impossible.
He smiles when his jacket is attacked, raising his arms briefly to help rid himself of the garment and his ears burn hearing Austria go on about Iris' influence. ]
Is it as bad as the first time?
[ Such a simple question; innocent to an unknowing third party, but France still remembers him pleading to be made love to. Funny how the longer they stand in a state of partial undress that France feels his patience crumbling. The mood doesn't make him appreciate what Austria says next any less, and he can hear the basket drop and the smile is warm like the fingers holding his wrist in place while Austria goes to unbuttoning his shirt. He wonders if the man's even cognizant of the mildly possessive hold, but France is. ]
Taking implies that I'm not already yours. [ His free hand works carefully between them, fingers tugging impatiently at the belt at Austria's waist, watching his lover for signs of disapproval. He's struck, not for the first time, at how much he cares for the other and he rudely interrupts Austria's efforts with another kiss, draping his arm around Austria's shoulders. He sighs against his lips when he pulls back but he doesn't pull away. ] You have everything. I love you and I don't know what to do with myself.
[ It's scary saying it to full effect because admitting it opened up opportunities for it to all go to hell, and he's incredibly protective of his finer feelings. It would be in poor taste to discredit the trust he has in the other man now that everything has been realized. His fingers aren't as steady as he goes for Austria's shirt, but where nerves have chipped away, stubbornness prevails. ]
It's been too long. Perhaps you could remind me?
[ He's torn on the double-meaning, but there's the smallest hint of a grin on his lips. ]
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Austria isn't the only one needy for a little bit of affection. He hadn't intended to lure his lover off but now that he's in the moment it's hard to just pull away. Scolding or not. Luckily, Austria is the one that speaks up and he can't stop the tiny smile at his feeble attempt to save face. For a moment he wants to suggest that they could try to make it back to theirs, but the fine balance of disbelief and arousal had been thrown to one end. It's good they're both particularly fond and France is particularly weak to a mouth on his neck. ]
Classless...? [ He sounds happily distracted but pulls it together to cluck at his lover, gripping his shoulder. To keep him close? Was that really a fight? ] We aren't doing it in an effort to be caught. [ Tonight, at least. ] I missed you, and I need you.
[ France doesn't have the time to whine over Austria putting space between them because he's being pulled, at first stumbling, then getting his baring with a surprised titter that has more to do with being dragged off by the man he loves than being dragged off to do horribly taboo PDA. Damned if it doesn't look like he's living his best life though, beaming at the poor brunet when they've made in into the trees. He can feel his arousal pressing firm between them and he shivers, wanting to pull Austria's hips even tighter against his own but that'd be impossible.
He smiles when his jacket is attacked, raising his arms briefly to help rid himself of the garment and his ears burn hearing Austria go on about Iris' influence. ]
Is it as bad as the first time?
[ Such a simple question; innocent to an unknowing third party, but France still remembers him pleading to be made love to. Funny how the longer they stand in a state of partial undress that France feels his patience crumbling. The mood doesn't make him appreciate what Austria says next any less, and he can hear the basket drop and the smile is warm like the fingers holding his wrist in place while Austria goes to unbuttoning his shirt. He wonders if the man's even cognizant of the mildly possessive hold, but France is. ]
Taking implies that I'm not already yours. [ His free hand works carefully between them, fingers tugging impatiently at the belt at Austria's waist, watching his lover for signs of disapproval. He's struck, not for the first time, at how much he cares for the other and he rudely interrupts Austria's efforts with another kiss, draping his arm around Austria's shoulders. He sighs against his lips when he pulls back but he doesn't pull away. ] You have everything. I love you and I don't know what to do with myself.
[ It's scary saying it to full effect because admitting it opened up opportunities for it to all go to hell, and he's incredibly protective of his finer feelings. It would be in poor taste to discredit the trust he has in the other man now that everything has been realized. His fingers aren't as steady as he goes for Austria's shirt, but where nerves have chipped away, stubbornness prevails. ]
It's been too long. Perhaps you could remind me?
[ He's torn on the double-meaning, but there's the smallest hint of a grin on his lips. ]