warmth BLOOMS within his chest as lance finally comes to PROPER view—
LITERALLY, the magic swarms to his HEART, sifting through the organ in attempts to SOOTHE whatever AILS it, as the magic assumes such INCREASED HEARTRATE must mean there’s something WRONG——
the glow gives away his TRUE emotions, even as he TEASES :
“ WHOA, hey—don’t go gettin’ SAPPY on me
or i’ll have to send you RIGHT BACK OUT. ”
…they both know he doesn’t MEAN it, especially with how he paws for lance’s hips,
dragging the other in CLOSER, almost DESPERATE to keep him so near.
the glowing in his lover's chest does not go unnoticed, hand rising to rest against his chest to acknowledge it without having to pull back. gosh--- he really loves dox, doesn't he? he's never been like this with anyone before.
"oh? i mean, i can go --- only a few steps back to the door. . ." even so, he doesn't fight the hands on his hips. instead, he presses closer, closing the distance between them with a loving kiss.
"or. . . i could, y'know, stay here in your arms. i like that a lot better."