[And that's what causes him to flare up; maybe because of the calculated tenderness, or because Lance is holding more of a presence through the affection; talking. There's a quick nod and his own hand drops to the crook of his neck, treading the bend there with the palm of his tanlined hand.]
Right.
[As soon as the corner of his mouth became the focal point, the abuse ceased and a purse was reciprocated. It happens again, of his own volition, turning toward him for fuller contact, initiating another short kiss.]
...You're fine with it?
[Belatedly, like, probably something he could have checked on prior to any of this, but he didn't have an opportunity to jack the question until now. Lance's fault.]
no subject
Right.
[As soon as the corner of his mouth became the focal point, the abuse ceased and a purse was reciprocated. It happens again, of his own volition, turning toward him for fuller contact, initiating another short kiss.]
...You're fine with it?
[Belatedly, like, probably something he could have checked on prior to any of this, but he didn't have an opportunity to jack the question until now. Lance's fault.]