Well, Koumyou definitely isn't in charge of what's going on with their mouths enough to do that harder, so that leaves...
His hands.
It's an easy request to comply with, even though his world is trying to narrow to their lips and tongues and teeth. Slick and hot, intimate, tasting of Devero.
Koumyou's hands tighten in the other man's hair, and even drags him back from the kiss by it after a few moments, just enough so the priest can gasp out, "Should we... move?"
This is starting to approach the line between PDA and something a lot more private.
And he doesn't want to just stop, as evidenced by his mouth immediately returning to Devero's. One hand leaves his hair to dart down and grab onto the back of his shirt instead.
no subject
His hands.
It's an easy request to comply with, even though his world is trying to narrow to their lips and tongues and teeth. Slick and hot, intimate, tasting of Devero.
Koumyou's hands tighten in the other man's hair, and even drags him back from the kiss by it after a few moments, just enough so the priest can gasp out, "Should we... move?"
This is starting to approach the line between PDA and something a lot more private.
And he doesn't want to just stop, as evidenced by his mouth immediately returning to Devero's. One hand leaves his hair to dart down and grab onto the back of his shirt instead.
Another tiny break, "We should move."