Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

Machiavelli's breath came in soft, rapid puffs, his heart pounding so fiercely he was certain Izaiah could feel it through their embrace. That's alright, he murmured, pressing a kiss to the man's cheek. We can just kiss. That's more than okay, he added with a reassuring smile, planting another soft kiss because he simply couldn't resist.


You mentioned earlier that I should take you out to dinner, didn't you? the fellahin inquired. He traced a delicate path down Izaiah's obsidian arms. Why don't we take some of this food and sit under the stars? I know the perfect spot—away from the crowd, he suggested, his tone soft and inviting. He gently took the Sesh's hand between his own, squeezing it.

Does that sound alright? You could teach me about your medicine, and I could, he giggled, his shoulders rising in a shrug as he thought, I could teach you about flowers, or something.