[ and pittman can help with that, too, unclasping the few buttons of his suit jacket. a slight smile tugs at his mouth as roka explores the rough, uneven texture of his scars; they're a marker of the years of violence he subjects himself to, and yet he still touches his skin so gently. ]
[ he drapes the jacket over a corner of the dresser, quick to return his focus to roka, wholly captivated as he is. it's almost difficult to resist just kissing him all over in some unbridled show of the rushes of affection he's been feeling more and more frequently. brushing at a few locks of his hair, he stymies that with a little kiss to his temple. ]
How do you mean?
[ maybe just a little bit of indulgent curiosity on his part. and his hand slides to roka's wrist, probably, to lead them both to the edge of the bed. ]
no subject
[ he drapes the jacket over a corner of the dresser, quick to return his focus to roka, wholly captivated as he is. it's almost difficult to resist just kissing him all over in some unbridled show of the rushes of affection he's been feeling more and more frequently. brushing at a few locks of his hair, he stymies that with a little kiss to his temple. ]
How do you mean?
[ maybe just a little bit of indulgent curiosity on his part. and his hand slides to roka's wrist, probably, to lead them both to the edge of the bed. ]