He's still trying very hard to think, as he always does, because his wits are the only thing that have allowed him to survive this long. Even as the heat continues to rise in the pit of his stomach. Even as Lon'qu draws closer, dirt and leaves crunching beneath him with each movement. Even when the sudden grab at his arm sends a prickle through his nerves. Even as he meets Lon'qu's gaze with a steely determination that would be rare in a pampered noble.
"Decide -- ... ?"
It's only the crush of lips against his own that drags him from his thoughts, and only because the sudden rush of heat makes thinking impossible.
Serpico stiffens at first, his arm locking against Lon'qu's grasp, but even that melts away after a moment or two. Though some tiny, rational corner of his mind is aware that this situation is very wrong, acting on that knowledge becomes impossible the moment he feels even the slight graze of teeth. It sends heat flickering through his nerves, sparks flashing at the edges of his vision, and Serpico thoughtlessly returns the kiss. Aggressively.
It's hardly in-character for him. He's courted women before, just to maintain the image of being a 'regular, pampered noble,' but those had always been quick, discreet affairs, swift and almost emotionless. Nothing like the heated way he presses back up against Lon'qu, free hand coming to tug at the front of his clothes. Serpico knows very well that whatever was in that box is making them act this way.
But that still doesn't stop him from pulling away for a short breath, then ducking back in, tongue swiping against lip to chase that unnatural spark of heat.
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"Decide -- ... ?"
It's only the crush of lips against his own that drags him from his thoughts, and only because the sudden rush of heat makes thinking impossible.
Serpico stiffens at first, his arm locking against Lon'qu's grasp, but even that melts away after a moment or two. Though some tiny, rational corner of his mind is aware that this situation is very wrong, acting on that knowledge becomes impossible the moment he feels even the slight graze of teeth. It sends heat flickering through his nerves, sparks flashing at the edges of his vision, and Serpico thoughtlessly returns the kiss. Aggressively.
It's hardly in-character for him. He's courted women before, just to maintain the image of being a 'regular, pampered noble,' but those had always been quick, discreet affairs, swift and almost emotionless. Nothing like the heated way he presses back up against Lon'qu, free hand coming to tug at the front of his clothes. Serpico knows very well that whatever was in that box is making them act this way.
But that still doesn't stop him from pulling away for a short breath, then ducking back in, tongue swiping against lip to chase that unnatural spark of heat.