( Steak could point out that he's never been subtle, nor has he ever been not a jerk, but he would much rather sink into this kiss. He shifts, stepping around so he's directly in front of Red Wine, squeezing his thigh before Steak's other hand slips to cup the side of Red Wine's face.
And, as his mouth parts, tongue sliding over Red Wine's lower lip, he steadily lowers himself forward, until he's straddling Red Wine's lap. )
[If he had been subtle Red Wine would have thought that there was something wrong. He smirks slightly as Steak's weight settles into his lap and slides both hands up his thighs, lightly pressing is thumbs in against the dips at the tops of his legs.
He parts his lips, letting out a soft hum against the kiss.
For a brainless lout, Steak really could choose his moments and do exactly the right thing sometimes.]
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And, as his mouth parts, tongue sliding over Red Wine's lower lip, he steadily lowers himself forward, until he's straddling Red Wine's lap. )
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He parts his lips, letting out a soft hum against the kiss.
For a brainless lout, Steak really could choose his moments and do exactly the right thing sometimes.]