"Kabedon" from Godfrey^^
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Wolfgang leaned against the balcony, head rolling back as he crossed his arms, and took a deep, rasping sigh. His companion was... he didn't know what he was doing. He had stepped into the other room, talking in a quiet voice with someone, but when he came out -
His eyes widened, teeth clicking down on a hitched inhale as his broad body covered his own. Large palms curled over the banister, his thick legs bending, bracing his whole form overtop his own. Wolfgang's chest heaved, practically pressed to the former Elden Lord's own, forced to arch his back as he was forced up onto the balls of his feet. He smelled like... like iron and leather, salt and sandlewood, his musk thick and rich. His face began to prickle, aching to his ears.
He blamed it on the heat radiating off of him, his whole body shuddering, trembling as his vision misted. His hands scrambled, at first over Godfrey's armor, scratching at the intricate silver carvings. The burning in his face turned to a scorching brand, throat spasming. He remembered himself in an instant, lashing his arms back to grip at the - He couldn't. Godfrey had him caught in such a way that he had no choice but to grasp weakly at his biceps or his chest or fall.
"Ah..." His throat opened, a gasping, grating sound before he forced his mouth closed. He chose the last option.