Gyre sighs against his skin when he tilts his neck like that, unable to resist the urge to nip him suddenly. His teeth are uh very sharp! He's careful though, clearly in control enough to not make him bleed out of nowhere.
He pulls back very slightly after that though, glancing towards the bed first... then down to Luka's hands fumbling at his clothes. He slips his hands out of the other's, slipping a hand around his back and nudging him towards the bed.
"Let's go!" he chirps, absolutely delighted at this. First though, he pauses for a beat, pulling apart the buckles on his vest, and shrugging this top layer off at least. The torn shirt underneath is fastened with a series of soft leather straps tied into loose knots. He's fiddling one of them apart as he drifts towards the bed, moving eagerly to... well, set a hand on the soft surface at least. He doesn't quite sit yet, but he's over here, reaching out to take Luka's arms again and pull him into a quick, deep kiss.
"Want me to get this off first?" he murmurs, untying a second knot with a familiar ease before moving to pull his soul gem up and over his head. He doesn't mention it, but the chain jangles softly against itself as he wraps it around the amethyst and moves to set it onto the princess' neat computer desk. He's hoping to just get it out of the way quick before returning to undoing his shirt, utterly accustomed to the jewel making his lovers intensely uncomfortable.
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He pulls back very slightly after that though, glancing towards the bed first... then down to Luka's hands fumbling at his clothes. He slips his hands out of the other's, slipping a hand around his back and nudging him towards the bed.
"Let's go!" he chirps, absolutely delighted at this. First though, he pauses for a beat, pulling apart the buckles on his vest, and shrugging this top layer off at least. The torn shirt underneath is fastened with a series of soft leather straps tied into loose knots. He's fiddling one of them apart as he drifts towards the bed, moving eagerly to... well, set a hand on the soft surface at least. He doesn't quite sit yet, but he's over here, reaching out to take Luka's arms again and pull him into a quick, deep kiss.
"Want me to get this off first?" he murmurs, untying a second knot with a familiar ease before moving to pull his soul gem up and over his head. He doesn't mention it, but the chain jangles softly against itself as he wraps it around the amethyst and moves to set it onto the princess' neat computer desk. He's hoping to just get it out of the way quick before returning to undoing his shirt, utterly accustomed to the jewel making his lovers intensely uncomfortable.