[The lower temperature of Erik's skin gets noticed in the back of Chris mind, a note that it wasn't just his hands, but if that little flash of a sharp tooth was any indication, Chris had already felt and parsed what Erik was.
It changed absolutely nothing about his interest to keep kissing this charming man. Especially as his hands reach up into Chris' hair, the young cleric very nearly melts into the kiss for it. It was a weakness.
It's enough to have Chris' tongue seeking entrance to Erik's mouth, eager to sweep through and taste and possibly run just barely by those fangs he'd seen.
One of his hands moves from jaw to shoulder; he was half sorry there wasn't skin to touch, but he's willing enough to simply touch over fabric as his hand wanders without real aim.]
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It changed absolutely nothing about his interest to keep kissing this charming man. Especially as his hands reach up into Chris' hair, the young cleric very nearly melts into the kiss for it. It was a weakness.
It's enough to have Chris' tongue seeking entrance to Erik's mouth, eager to sweep through and taste and possibly run just barely by those fangs he'd seen.
One of his hands moves from jaw to shoulder; he was half sorry there wasn't skin to touch, but he's willing enough to simply touch over fabric as his hand wanders without real aim.]