[Till lets go of a quiet, husky laugh in their kissing at Ivan's stumbling... but it's sweet, predictably. also predictably, it's sexy.
the way that Ivan's kiss is eager is familiar, but it certainly has more heat than his character's kiss, given that passion was the point, sure, but in a different context. and it's warm, too. they aren't being doused in chilly faux-rain. this time, he gets to taste and feel the velvet of Ivan's tongue. and damn, it's been a while since he's had a tongue kiss—even on screen. it feels nice.
but Till is happy to accept his eagerness. again, it's somewhat nostalgic to him; he remembered how it felt when he was Ivan's age, even as he'd been gaining experience. which should repulse him, but you know—his hormones are doing their thing, and instead, he finds himself cozy in this role, sighing into their kiss at the idea of showing Ivan many things.
it's not that way he's supposed to be a mentor, but he can multi-task, right?]
M'glad, [he mumbles, a smile likely felt against Ivan's lips. he goes ahead and drops his script so he can have free use of both of his hands. he goes back to holding the joint of Ivan's neck and head, and his other hand softly weaves through Ivan's hair.]
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the way that Ivan's kiss is eager is familiar, but it certainly has more heat than his character's kiss, given that passion was the point, sure, but in a different context. and it's warm, too. they aren't being doused in chilly faux-rain. this time, he gets to taste and feel the velvet of Ivan's tongue. and damn, it's been a while since he's had a tongue kiss—even on screen. it feels nice.
but Till is happy to accept his eagerness. again, it's somewhat nostalgic to him; he remembered how it felt when he was Ivan's age, even as he'd been gaining experience. which should repulse him, but you know—his hormones are doing their thing, and instead, he finds himself cozy in this role, sighing into their kiss at the idea of showing Ivan many things.
it's not that way he's supposed to be a mentor, but he can multi-task, right?]
M'glad, [he mumbles, a smile likely felt against Ivan's lips. he goes ahead and drops his script so he can have free use of both of his hands. he goes back to holding the joint of Ivan's neck and head, and his other hand softly weaves through Ivan's hair.]