[The last time Molly was kissed was the Pillow Trove, and to be fair that was mostly massage and ridiculous conversation and being fed grapes. There was kissing, though. And other intimate things. It wasn't necessarily the full-on threesome he led everyone to believe it was though, and it was also, most importantly, paid for. It counts because all affection counts. Just because you're getting paid for it doesn't mean you don't enjoy it and just because you paid for it doesn't mean it's the empty calories of physical exploration.
What it isn't is genuine- even for a novelty like Molly who counts his kisses and sexual deviance as units of time until he needs to leave a place before he becomes easy to tire of, a kiss from someone who actually thinks you're attractive and interesting as opposed to brassy, exotic, and fun is a rare thing. It still follows the same rules though. Don't wear out your welcome, especially if someone has a crush on you. Or something.
He has no idea what this is. Maybe Iskander is just as bold and forward as he is and better at selling it as actual interest, as opposed to just fun. But that's overthinking it. Really, he'd rather just enjoy this little taste.
'Cause sweet Moonweaver, that is a taste. He pulls back and bites his lower lip, one sharp canine dragging over the flesh without actually breaking skin.] That's, ah... That's... Yeah. I approve of that. That was nice.
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What it isn't is genuine- even for a novelty like Molly who counts his kisses and sexual deviance as units of time until he needs to leave a place before he becomes easy to tire of, a kiss from someone who actually thinks you're attractive and interesting as opposed to brassy, exotic, and fun is a rare thing. It still follows the same rules though. Don't wear out your welcome, especially if someone has a crush on you. Or something.
He has no idea what this is. Maybe Iskander is just as bold and forward as he is and better at selling it as actual interest, as opposed to just fun. But that's overthinking it. Really, he'd rather just enjoy this little taste.
'Cause sweet Moonweaver, that is a taste. He pulls back and bites his lower lip, one sharp canine dragging over the flesh without actually breaking skin.] That's, ah... That's... Yeah. I approve of that. That was nice.