a kiss after grabbing the other’s arm and pulling them back close
➵ kiss meme.
Sonia and Ephidel and many of their other kin had bewitched humans for a reason, even if the pull they exerted was of differing nature. Morphs are created for beauty, so they are— This fact has long been impressed upon Denning, but from his lack of proper exposure to humans until recently, he has never been quite as aware of his own.
It is strange, being admired by other eyes than those of his creator. Sometimes, a human approaches him with confusing words, conflicting signals, some red in the face, some with rabbit-quick nerves and pulses all to easy to spot for a hunter's gaze. He seldom recognises flirtation as such, but is beginning to understand the signs...
There must be a more optimal way to go about it, surely.
Perhaps this young man was closer to it than most. He is not forceful, but he is direct in his intentions. Denning does not resist his pull, though the feel of human contact startles him, just slightly, and— Ah.
A kiss is pressed to the corner of his mouth, daring and mischievous. There is a spark under his hide that lingers where their lips met, where the man's hand rests at their bicep, no longer exerting force, offering the morph escape if he so desires.
"Ah," the morph vocalises, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, pulling it away to see the spit glisten on leather. Golden eyes look back up to meet shining brown.
This one, at least, is direct, will not feed him strange signals, surely. So he does not move away; Denning can wait long enough for him to make whatever case he wishes to.