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[leonheartedly]

[what? Has gotten into you??

His hands fumble to grab the front of his jacket instead, pulling him closer]

[afineknight]

[ you're dating a former umbrella scientist, what did you expect?!

He grins as Tyr pulls him closer, tightening his grip. ]

[leonheartedly]

[not this!!!

He has to break the kiss to breathe and does it with a gasp, but he doesn't move away]

Holy shit—

[afineknight]

[ muffled, as he moves to kiss at his neck: ]

What did you— mhh — think was going to happen, eh?

[leonheartedly]

[a hand lifts to thread through his hair as he half-gasps his answer out. His head tilts back, encouraging]

Science?

[afineknight]

This is science.

[ oh that's nice, thanks plant tyr. ]

[leonheartedly]

[a startled little laugh]

Are you into this?

[afineknight]

Don't judge me.

[ he's being somewhat gentle at his neck, though he is mildly curious if any marks would actually stay while he's like this. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he swallows back a potentially embarrassing noise and gives his hair a light tug]

Fuck - should I be judging?

[afineknight]

[ He pauses. ]

Not if you want me to keep going.

[leonheartedly]

[. . .]

If you stop I'm not touching any of the other lights.

[afineknight]

You have to touch them.

[ With that, he gets back to it, murmuring. ]

Otherwise, how else can I do my . . . research.

[leonheartedly]

[oh.

His fingers tighten in his hair, briefly]

Is all of your research going to be like this?

[afineknight]

I'll take notes, of course.

[ under his collar, nbd. ]

[leonheartedly]

[the hand tangled in his jacket moves to try and fumble at the zipper, he wants in]

After your thorough examination?

[afineknight]

Very thorough.

[ hmmm, he's not making this easy though. partially being a tease, partially trying to see what he'll do. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he makes a faint, frustrated noise and just grows some vines from his hand instead to get into his jacket instead.

(it's dawned on him by now that maybe this is something Crois wants, congrats on finally catching up, Tyr)]

[afineknight]

[ yessss, yeeeeessss! this is exciting. he's so pleased. and at his throat. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he can be a tease, too; those vines are teasing at the buttons and collar of his shirt, but not getting into his shirt just yet]

[afineknight]

[ He may let out a muffled laugh against Tyr's neck. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he grins, tugging at his hair]

Hope you aren't ticklish.

[afineknight]

Oh nooooo, how terrible.

[ he doesn't sound concerned at all.

in fact, he sounds delighted. ]

[leonheartedly]

[Tyr laughs a little as the vines creep into Crois' shirt, maybe purposely touching light enough to tickle, if he is ticklish]

You're shameless.

[he's into it]

[afineknight]

[ He laughs a bit more because he is, a bit. ]

I am, it's true.

[leonheartedly]

Hmm. [oh look, something to exploit.

Some other vines might be slowly climbing their way down his arms, don't worry about it]