Ꮚ — cont. @rimeforge
“It does!” Uriel grinned widely. Standing on the balls of his feet and leaning forward with hands clasped innocently behind his back, the death knight placed a quick kiss to Wrathion’s cheek.
“There’s one.” He added before giving the dragons other cheek the same treatment. “And two.”
Then, his arms unfolded from behind him only to seek purchase around the taller man’s neck. Once more he dived in for a kiss, this time seeking out Wrathion’s lips. This one, unlike the prior two, lasted a few moments longer before Uriel’s giddy laughter had broken them apart. He didnt release his hold around the other just yet; taking the opportunity to snuggle close to his chest. “And three. Because I’m always a gift.” He teased.
＊｡･ﾟﾟ･He wasn’t familiar with the holiday, but something told the dragon prince that this was not quite how it went. Still, Uriel seemed excited and so he allowed it to continue. His skin grew hot beneath the cool touch, as it often did and one arm snaked about the Death Knights waist when he finished.
“Not the kind of gift I meant, but you certainly are something.” ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ＊