[There was the soft shift of his soft scales against the rough cement, drawing his lower half in closer to Steve in a subtly protective gesture as he kissed the other boy. There was something very soft and alluring about Steve's lips, like they drew out something in him that had never previously been described when dealing with another. His fingers abandoned the orange safely to the ground so that he could cup the other boy's cheeks with his palms, ever careful of his claws as he deepened the kiss.
If he was concerned that Steve's blunt cow-like teeth would fix on his tongue, he gave no sign. Instead, he found himself curiously exploring this new action between them. Steve tasted like orange and other human foods that he hadn't yet tried himself. There was a tinge of blood, no doubt Steve's from the cut lip. He pressed closer and harder, enjoying the sensation and only withdrawing when it seemed prudent to breathe again. He huffed and sighed, peering at the other boy.]
What is that called? I see people on bridges and near waterways do that. It's very nice.
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If he was concerned that Steve's blunt cow-like teeth would fix on his tongue, he gave no sign. Instead, he found himself curiously exploring this new action between them. Steve tasted like orange and other human foods that he hadn't yet tried himself. There was a tinge of blood, no doubt Steve's from the cut lip. He pressed closer and harder, enjoying the sensation and only withdrawing when it seemed prudent to breathe again. He huffed and sighed, peering at the other boy.]
What is that called? I see people on bridges and near waterways do that. It's very nice.