"Right. You never tried to get under my skin before just for the sake of doing it."
The blond looked over his shoulder, his expression still mostly blank but the small twitch of the corner of his lips revealed his amusement. It was wishful thinking that Napoleon could be interested; and Illya didn't want to analyze if he wanted to have the man's real attention or not.
He shivered at the light kiss, breath catching in his throat and cheeks growing warm. When Napoleon moved away, Illya quickly put on the shirt, buttoning it up in a rush.
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Date: 2016-03-27 10:56 pm (UTC)The blond looked over his shoulder, his expression still mostly blank but the small twitch of the corner of his lips revealed his amusement. It was wishful thinking that Napoleon could be interested; and Illya didn't want to analyze if he wanted to have the man's real attention or not.
He shivered at the light kiss, breath catching in his throat and cheeks growing warm. When Napoleon moved away, Illya quickly put on the shirt, buttoning it up in a rush.
"Oh? Should I be the one touching you, then?"