Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
The boy's hand slid downward and so did Damian's awareness with the clarity of a carbon arc lamp amplified. He could not deny his own growing... interest (that is, his dick was semi-erect from the mere act of the kiss and there was very little doubt that it would stop there). The moan did defy his expectations. He could not recall hearing something as arousing and intimate before, though surely he had. (Surely? When had he become certain?)—In all honesty, Damian would not have broken the kiss had he the choice. However, Burden created a rift, his breath breaking hot upon Damian's damp lips.
The hand pressed between them was pulled free. Damian sighed, his own soft exhale, as he thoughtlessly brought his fingers to brush at Burden's cheek. He peered at the boy so close. He refused to smile for such a comment, but he did look a little smug about it. He even allowed his gaze to slant sideways and then back, as if he were feeling demure. He did not, however, step away.