[Grasped to Brad as he was, once turned over onto his back his grip slips and he lands back against the pillow with a muffled fwomp. The firmness of their kiss pops out of place, like a tight seal breaking. A small droplet of saliva goes with it, just to land as a droplet onto the mole besides Viktor's lips, which hang open as he catches his breath.
The compliment is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Not entirely unwelcomed, at least. Viktor is definitely suspicious of such things, flattery was usually to get something out of him at the Academy. Here... what is trying to get from him he isn't already giving freely? He huffs, teasing with a soft smile on his face,]
Flatterer. [his hands fallen down from Brad reach back upward to him. One palming his chest with fingers all held flat and together. The other hand outstretching to hook along Brad's chin, feel along the tip of it with his thumb while the other digits traces his jawline. So handsome. A vision of perfection, so close Viktor can touch it, can feel weighed down by it.
Viktor nearly says... something. Commentary on the tip of his tongue, maybe a returned compliment, maybe a playful insult, but it withers at his lips. He just moves his hand back around the back of Brad's hair to pull him down to kiss again. Words fail, but actions speak. Eagerly kissing him, grasping his hair to the root, that should communicate more than enough.]
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The compliment is unexpected, but not unwelcome. Not entirely unwelcomed, at least. Viktor is definitely suspicious of such things, flattery was usually to get something out of him at the Academy. Here... what is trying to get from him he isn't already giving freely? He huffs, teasing with a soft smile on his face,]
Flatterer. [his hands fallen down from Brad reach back upward to him. One palming his chest with fingers all held flat and together. The other hand outstretching to hook along Brad's chin, feel along the tip of it with his thumb while the other digits traces his jawline. So handsome. A vision of perfection, so close Viktor can touch it, can feel weighed down by it.
Viktor nearly says... something. Commentary on the tip of his tongue, maybe a returned compliment, maybe a playful insult, but it withers at his lips. He just moves his hand back around the back of Brad's hair to pull him down to kiss again. Words fail, but actions speak. Eagerly kissing him, grasping his hair to the root, that should communicate more than enough.]