[Dion's body swiftly protests the kiss. Not because he doesn't enjoy it, mind you, but because it isn't enough. He wants to be pressed up against Joshua as they had been back at the inn. He wants to feel skin beneath his finger tips, wants to let the festering desire he's been fighting for weeks now loose.
But Joshua is right. Even if no one is around now, it won't last. Someone is likely to happen upon them. Accidentally, perhaps, on their way up to their room, but it would be a discovery nonetheless. And while Dion might be able to suffer his own shame, he will not subject Joshua to something like that.
Unfortunately, most of Dion's blood is... not presently in his brain. He stands as he gives a deft nod in response to Joshua's urging. He could be a decent gentleman and offer his hand to help Joshua up. He could be romantic and sweep him off his feet. Dion does neither of these things.
Instead, he scoops Joshua up and tosses him over his shoulder. He makes for the stairs before squawk of protest can be elicited. Oops!]
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But Joshua is right. Even if no one is around now, it won't last. Someone is likely to happen upon them. Accidentally, perhaps, on their way up to their room, but it would be a discovery nonetheless. And while Dion might be able to suffer his own shame, he will not subject Joshua to something like that.
Unfortunately, most of Dion's blood is... not presently in his brain. He stands as he gives a deft nod in response to Joshua's urging. He could be a decent gentleman and offer his hand to help Joshua up. He could be romantic and sweep him off his feet. Dion does neither of these things.
Instead, he scoops Joshua up and tosses him over his shoulder. He makes for the stairs before squawk of protest can be elicited. Oops!]