Immediately, Rakan happily kissed her back, letting his lips mesh with her own. The taste of Xayah was immediately heavy on his lips, and he quite enjoyed it. Shivers rolled along his spine, urging him to draw her closer, and he certainly did so, arms sliding around her waist, making sure that she was pressed to him, and he to her. Just as things were meant to be. The first kiss ended, and he was about to make comment about it being an exquisite thing, her lips, but before he could open his mouth and say a single thing, she kissed him again.
This one did not linger as long as the first, and he didn’t necessary mind that. Bright eyes danced, and this time he didn’t immediately go to speak when their lips parted, instead leaning and nudging his nose against her own, a hum of delight rumbling in his throat. Finally, he did whisper something, his words leaving his lips to brush against her own in their movement. “That’s a way to get me to shut up.” He teased, before kissing her again, at least briefly.