[ Tim leans the whole of his head into Aemond's hand, a soft, cat-like nuzzle before he turns and presses a kiss to his palm. This gentleness suits him, Tim thinks, even if he thinks to settle him the same way he might a horse, or rather a dragon. Is that not, at least subconsciously, the highest mark of fondness that Aemond could give?
He puts his hand over the one on his cheek and shuffles forward, uses his other to tuck a stray bit of silver hair behind Aemond's ear, stroking the shell with his thumb. Before he's asked, but he assumes permission now, to lean in and kiss him. This too is soft and sweet, warm without the urgency of pushing it any further than a kiss. Warmth doesn't so much rise within Tim as it is his natural state, spilling outwards in search of someone to share it with and drawn especially to Aemond, who knows it only in the extreme of blazing fires. ]
This is what you want?
[ Stubborn devotion, needy affection, a nagging angel on his shoulder. ]
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Date: 2024-11-21 07:47 pm (UTC)[ Tim leans the whole of his head into Aemond's hand, a soft, cat-like nuzzle before he turns and presses a kiss to his palm. This gentleness suits him, Tim thinks, even if he thinks to settle him the same way he might a horse, or rather a dragon. Is that not, at least subconsciously, the highest mark of fondness that Aemond could give?
He puts his hand over the one on his cheek and shuffles forward, uses his other to tuck a stray bit of silver hair behind Aemond's ear, stroking the shell with his thumb. Before he's asked, but he assumes permission now, to lean in and kiss him. This too is soft and sweet, warm without the urgency of pushing it any further than a kiss. Warmth doesn't so much rise within Tim as it is his natural state, spilling outwards in search of someone to share it with and drawn especially to Aemond, who knows it only in the extreme of blazing fires. ]
This is what you want?
[ Stubborn devotion, needy affection, a nagging angel on his shoulder. ]
I want to hear it from your lips, valonqar.