Illya tried in vain to hide his embarrassment. He was still panting, there was a blush spreading from his cheek down his neck and collarbone, and he probably looked like the picture of debauchery. Napoleon winking at him did nothing to help his overstimulated brain and neither did the kissing.
Ah, but basics needs he could understand pretty well and the least he could do was to return the favor. One of his arms wrapped around the American's waist possessively, pushing him closer as Illya returned the kiss with a growl and bit his lip.
"You, insufferable man, so full of yourself, always trying to drive me mad..."
Illya said against his mouth, voice low and deep, with the least angriest voice Napoleon might have ever heard. He just had a lot of trouble sorting his emotions, always had, always will, so he let his hands and lips speak for him. Drawing Napoleon even closer, his mouth latched onto his neck, biting and sucking, and no doubt there would be a red mark tomorrow. His free hand squeezes Napoelon's thigh, moving up agonizingly slow until he finally presses his hands to the front of the man's pants.
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Ah, but basics needs he could understand pretty well and the least he could do was to return the favor. One of his arms wrapped around the American's waist possessively, pushing him closer as Illya returned the kiss with a growl and bit his lip.
"You, insufferable man, so full of yourself, always trying to drive me mad..."
Illya said against his mouth, voice low and deep, with the least angriest voice Napoleon might have ever heard. He just had a lot of trouble sorting his emotions, always had, always will, so he let his hands and lips speak for him. Drawing Napoleon even closer, his mouth latched onto his neck, biting and sucking, and no doubt there would be a red mark tomorrow. His free hand squeezes Napoelon's thigh, moving up agonizingly slow until he finally presses his hands to the front of the man's pants.