“Oh, I do wish.” How sudden it was for one moment to be in the small gesture of holding another man’s hand to finding forms pressed together. It wouldn’t have taken any effort for Clover to break free, but there was something primal and possessive about being pulled into someone else. He felt as if he was being claimed. Perhaps he was. A tasty little morsel for the nobleman to enjoy wherever and however he pleased for the day. “I know not of denial, only providing milord with all that he desires of me. He has been awfully good to me, showering me in affection and charm,” he said, voice dipping a bit lower and huskier with their close proximity. This close, the bard could count each eyelash that fanned around crystalline eyes. “The only hungry eyes at the moment seem to be ours, Lord Calloway, but perhaps you’re right. Public might not be the right place for sweet nothings to be whispered. Pity, though. I would not lobby against hearing all the things you’d care to do to me whenever such thoughts arose in your mind, no matter whom we held as company.” His smile became more devilish, saucy. It was easy to allow the vessel of softness to give way to the depths of Clover’s lascivious waters. Men were lost at sea there until they found some form of refuge, like Odysseus found in Calypso, but they never stayed for the right reasons. Not that the vampire minded. He chased release more often than he did love. “I’m sure you’ll be very grateful for the time I’ll take when you’re done.” His other hand lifted ever slightly and found the waistband of the nobleman’s trousers. He gave them a soft tug, never breaking eye contact during the motion. Not until he noticed where Lord Derek’s eyes had begun to linger. A honey scented breath escaped the vampire as he leaned forward, lips ghosting over the other’s. “But of course, milord.” The words ended with a sudden surge, a closing of the minuscule gap between them as he caught the man in a small peck at first. He didn’t shy away, however, seemingly waiting for the embrace to deepen.
“You do make it hard for me to hold such charms back,” Derek mused, keeping their bodies pressed against each other, one arm expertly holding the other close to him at the waist. Something about the closeness, the comfortability and the way they seemed to slip up next to each other... it was hard for the Calloway to pull away. In fact, he wanted to keep Clover by him, at least for the rest of the day, or as much time as the poet would allow. However, before he had a chance to reply, the nobleman felt the other man’s lips on his own, a small peck that seemed to linger just for a moment. Not one to let it slide, Derek stepped into the kiss, capturing the other man’s lips between his own. The Calloway was in no hurry, no rush, despite the callings of his profession. For now, he could take all the time he wanted in the world, allowing Clover to explore his mouth. Derek moaned softly, the nobleman letting his won desires slip past his composed self for a moment. Here, he was free. Here, he could let himself be himself, let himself kiss the beautiful, charming man in front of him, let himself be carried away by his body’s wants and desires. The Calloway maneuvered both of his hands so they were placed on Clover’s slender hips, squeezing him gently there before the kiss finally broke, the nobleman needing a moment for air. Derek didn’t allow the moment to cease though, only moving back in to tenderly nip and tug at the vampire’s ear, beginning to whisper gently for only the bard to hear. “Perhaps I should whisper some sweet nothings for you think about. Perhaps I might be a muse for your next novella,” Derek teased, letting his other hand slide around towards Clover’s backside, his thumb sliding along the inner side of his trouser’s waistband until they ceased above his bottom. “You make time cease for me... how I could just take you and have all the time for ourselves, just right now,” Derek growled, the nobleman betraying just how fascinated and entranced he was by the other. “...Help me finish my errands quickly, and I’ll let you take all the time you wish... Let me be grateful for our private moments...”