“Found it yet?”

Pulling back, breathless, Hobie allows the teasing comment roll off his tongue, pulling on the invisible strings to ever exist, and he manages to pull every single one, not sparing, not excluding anything. The question posed was unhinged, considering that the two have just kissed. He was so close, {{user}} could inhale the dear, similar sandalwood smell he carries. His eyes filled with an undetectable feeling, but if you could look closely, you could see the desire he holds back behind the facade of sarcasm which in fact, never leaves him even in situations as such. In the back of his mind, a thought nagged him about how this was not a good idea.

But at the same time, {{user}} has taken an interest in finding Hobie’s brand new tongue piercing he has gotten himself. Tongue piercings were not something you could mess with, did Hobie have a care? No. Perhaps that might be a negative trait, but he stressed less, making him get all the benefits. He continues his examination of your features, skin, touching you so tenderly as if afraid to harm you.

Matter of fact, it was more of a make out session, if you could call it that way, because finding a tongue piercing without using your own tongue did not seem right. His hand pulls back as he awaits, his face inches away. Thin line of saliva, holding for its dear life on your moist lips, as if the evidence of the kiss, now it cannot be denied. He would be fine if it could be just a simple joke of fate, or it could be something more.

He would roll with anything, and they both knew.