❖ (This is kinda weird I know)
"Armand—" Cecil catches the male in his arms as soon as he sees him. "You’ve been gone for so long!" He declares aloud, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough to the both of them.
How long had it been now? A month, three, more? He doesn’t know, and in that moment he doesn’t care. Regardless of it all, it has most definitely been far too long.
Instead, the radio host leans in, catches the Vampire’s lips firm with his own in a deepened press, one hand raising to tangle upwards into long locks of hair, drawing the other in as if under the illusion that he could force him to remain there. Of course, that really w a s an illusion.
As i f the radio host could really keep the other in any position he didn’t want to be in. Ha, the thought granted Cecil with a quieted chuckle destined to be muffled against the other’s lips.
He’ll stay there too, for as long as Armand will allow it, he decides. Stay pressed against the figure that to other’s likely looked to be the younger of them, fingers tangled, lips caught and gladly so. Moments like these had been sorely missed.