[Iggy, on the other hand, is so used to compliments in these sorts of situations that they barely register. Although 'kind' makes him feel a lot better than 'sexy' or something along those lines. It's sweet, he thinks.
His gaze dips to drag over the front of Adam's pants before lifting again. His hands grip more firmly and tug Adam's hips a little closer.]
Well. The only way to do that is practice.
[He leans in again, lips already parting as he presses them to Adam's. He slips his tongue into his mouth with a pleased hum, letting his body move to mould itself against the other's. There is no shyness in him, no shame. There is passion, but of a very undemanding sort.]
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[Iggy, on the other hand, is so used to compliments in these sorts of situations that they barely register. Although 'kind' makes him feel a lot better than 'sexy' or something along those lines. It's sweet, he thinks.
His gaze dips to drag over the front of Adam's pants before lifting again. His hands grip more firmly and tug Adam's hips a little closer.]
Well. The only way to do that is practice.
[He leans in again, lips already parting as he presses them to Adam's. He slips his tongue into his mouth with a pleased hum, letting his body move to mould itself against the other's. There is no shyness in him, no shame. There is passion, but of a very undemanding sort.]