'You wanna learn French so bad, sweetheart. Come here I'll teach you.' Fingers wag to coyly beckon the idol closer, to diminish the space that separates them until theyre but a hair away. 'Part your lips,' he instructs with a hum, gaze hooded as he drinks in the familiar sight. As soon as the Irishmen complies he is met with the force of a kiss as lips break upon lips. There is a lesson here, though, be it the secret to a native tongue it is not. He presses further, tasting &. Taking. 'Get it.'
« アイドルX » He had suspected that they had other intentions, but the delight when their lips meet is still very much welcomed. Their eyes had been a pretty big giveaway, and knowing that, there was no way he could’ve refused. A hum of satisfaction is given as he lets them roam a little, while they could.
“Oh so that’s how you’re going to play it?”
He mumbles the words with a cheeky grin, barely putting any distance between them. Arms hook around their neck, pulling them even closer ( if that was at all possible ) as tongue gives their bottom lip a quick lick before teeth find themselves settling lightly into the soft flesh. A little payback for calling him sweetheart, or just a bit of fun.
