[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips
Diorodreth pls
The door frame creaked under Dior's hands as he leaned forward to thank his tentatively-betrothed for the wonderful breakfast surprise, the sweetness of berries and cream still lingering on his lips. It would be so pleasant, he thought, to taste on Orodreth's breath, too, the shared treat he had so thoughtfully…
Dior lost his balance. Just for a moment before he caught himself, barely noticeable, but enough to make his eyes, already half-lidded with anticipated delight, snap open in surprise.
Orodreth’s teasing smile as he flitted backwards made something inside Dior awaken. Nothing so simple as lust; this was far more dangerous, to Dior’s mind. Interest, perhaps. Curiosity.
His fingers slipped from the door frame and he took a half-step forward to keep chasing Orodreth’s lips until he caught them.