a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension. 😏
This moment had been months in the making. Idle remarks made in passing, subtle taunts, making himself difficult in reach in more than one way ( and making himself someone the other didn't always get along with ) . Admittedly the marksman wasn't interested in the beginning. Or at least that's what he'd like to believe. Hid himself well enough emotionally to convince others that he didn't care for awhile. After all they were here for work. Each of their teams relying on them as well as the civilians calls they were responding too. Dion was nothing but a professional. One of the no jokes, no games, type. And yet that, along side the potential risks and violations, just wasn't enough to cease their behavior. His behavior.
One unfortunate and sorry sap had stumbled in one them once before. Pressed flush against the cool metal of lockers and the scorching heat of @fl4mbae's body. Completely forgetting where they were as lips roved and hands wandered. The incident had deterred the older of the pair from going any further than a hot and heavy kiss. Temporarily reminding him of where they were.
Today, however, was a new day with more tension brewing between the two of them than there was before. Moment shared did nothing but add fuel to the fire. There was no resistance from Dion when he was lead into storage by his curious companion. No breaking away from the on slat of kisses that were press to his lips. Flambae was only met with starved eagerness. Palms roam along the skin tight suit, etching over every curve and memorizing every flex of muscle beneath his touch. He'd have swallowed the other up in this kiss if he could.
It was was when hands dropped to the belt of his uniform that Dion finally broke away. Grabbing at the other's wrists to peel dexterous fingers back from unclasping anything. "We're getting ahead of ourselves," He breathed, "Lets... not do this here."
