[Dorian has nothing to worry about misreading a situation. John pulls him closer by the hips, returning the kiss with fervor and slipping his tongue between Dorian's lips. He allows his hands roam, first to the small of Dorian's back, then up to his inner shoulders before spreading out again. The kiss feels like the reward of a long time coming, from the very first drunken lean against Dorian's not any more sober frame. Why bother denying something they both clearly want?
When John is forced to come up for air he presses his face against Dorian's neck, a broad grin flush against skin. Breaths exhale heavily and he trails his fingertips from the top of Dorian's shoulders down to the tops of his hands. John lifts his head, regarding Dorian with a teasing glance.]
I did ask to see your tattoos. Or did that not register?
[His hands travel back up to the shoulders again, attention clearly caught by the subject at hand.]
no subject
When John is forced to come up for air he presses his face against Dorian's neck, a broad grin flush against skin. Breaths exhale heavily and he trails his fingertips from the top of Dorian's shoulders down to the tops of his hands. John lifts his head, regarding Dorian with a teasing glance.]
I did ask to see your tattoos. Or did that not register?
[His hands travel back up to the shoulders again, attention clearly caught by the subject at hand.]
I have four of my own if you're interested.