[He thinks of nothing while he kisses her, drawing seconds out with languid moving of his lips and tongue, taking slow and deep breaths without parting. His hand's grip loosens in time as the darker, oily thoughts recede. Simple enjoyment remains, the passion and heat of a kiss slowly cooling, tempering again to a more human, more natural form. Slower and slower the kiss becomes until it stops.
His eyelids are low, gaze glazing as draws back an inch to breathe.]