[Sorrel makes a soft, surprised sound, which is swallowed up directly in the kiss. He was expecting something, not something like this, but something. Roaming hands, maybe, something made easy and tempting with all this wet skin so close-by.
He should have known better than for Adasse to be so straightforward, so uncreative. So instead he's dipped back, hair wetted in his distraction, and both hands clinging to Adasse for support. It is warm, and lovely, and between the slippery bottom of the tub and the weightless support of the water, Sorrel is only really being held up by Adasse's arms around him.]
Oh, creators. You're so good at that.
[Kissing. Holding him up. Surprising him. All three.]
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He should have known better than for Adasse to be so straightforward, so uncreative. So instead he's dipped back, hair wetted in his distraction, and both hands clinging to Adasse for support. It is warm, and lovely, and between the slippery bottom of the tub and the weightless support of the water, Sorrel is only really being held up by Adasse's arms around him.]
Oh, creators. You're so good at that.
[Kissing. Holding him up. Surprising him. All three.]