[Atem smooches him right back, wings curling forward. He's been wanting to smooch, an itch under his skin, since Ryou pulled him in by his waist and told him the thing that would drag him under in Ryslig most was losing Atem, and right now he's feeling cared-for and lazy, like a cat having its fur brushed out. The energy Ryou gets from the kiss is indolent and unrepentant.]
I'm sure you will.
[He re-extends the damp wing, and settles in for another couple of minutes of pleasant attention. Atem really would be purring, if he could...]
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I'm sure you will.
[He re-extends the damp wing, and settles in for another couple of minutes of pleasant attention. Atem really would be purring, if he could...]