[ The brief air of magic sends the lightest hum through his medallion. He lifts his hips, electric sparks thrumming through his veins.
He takes the bottle with a soft grunt, though he doesn't drink just yet, distracted by her teeth against his skin. There's a second, and then he tips his head back, propped up on one elbow as he swallows a healthy dose of wine. (Several.)
He stuffs the cork haphazardly back into the bottle. It's shoved between some pillows nearby, because he knows her invisible hand can reach it, and he turns for her to nip further at his throat. He drags his nails down her back—against the bumps of her spine. It's taken time and a hell of a lot of liquor, but he's finally really feeling that warm buzz that makes everything that much more pleasant. ]
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He takes the bottle with a soft grunt, though he doesn't drink just yet, distracted by her teeth against his skin. There's a second, and then he tips his head back, propped up on one elbow as he swallows a healthy dose of wine. (Several.)
He stuffs the cork haphazardly back into the bottle. It's shoved between some pillows nearby, because he knows her invisible hand can reach it, and he turns for her to nip further at his throat. He drags his nails down her back—against the bumps of her spine. It's taken time and a hell of a lot of liquor, but he's finally really feeling that warm buzz that makes everything that much more pleasant. ]