Luka inhales sharply when he feels Gyre's teeth press to his neck. He had noted their sharpness when they'd kissed on the mountain - and now the restraint of that near bite causes a thrill to stir within him.
He nearly falls into Gyre when he's pulled into the kiss, and Luka is more than happy to move himself onto the bed in anticipation.
"Of course I do." He says as he kicks his boots into a corner. He's in the process of unbuckling his belt when the sound of Gyre removing that chain and setting it down grabs his attention, and when he says nothing about it, Luka reaches toward the table to investigate it himself.
He sweeps his hand over the table, stopping when he feels its chain and lifting it delicately in front of him. Luka is trying to see if any part of it is catching on or reflecting the dim light, and when he's satisfied that curiosity he takes the pendant between his fingers to gently feel its shape.
"What's this? Did you make it?" He asks softly, tilting his head.
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He nearly falls into Gyre when he's pulled into the kiss, and Luka is more than happy to move himself onto the bed in anticipation.
"Of course I do." He says as he kicks his boots into a corner. He's in the process of unbuckling his belt when the sound of Gyre removing that chain and setting it down grabs his attention, and when he says nothing about it, Luka reaches toward the table to investigate it himself.
He sweeps his hand over the table, stopping when he feels its chain and lifting it delicately in front of him. Luka is trying to see if any part of it is catching on or reflecting the dim light, and when he's satisfied that curiosity he takes the pendant between his fingers to gently feel its shape.
"What's this? Did you make it?" He asks softly, tilting his head.