[It's fuel to the fire, that delighted laughter. Joshua doesn't care to show an ounce of opposition to Dion's efforts, so why should he slow? He makes it up one flight, then two, then finally three. His hand rests almost possessively against Joshua, against the back of his upper thigh. He is keenly aware of where it's placed, of course, but for as much as he doesn't dare to advance forward, he also doesn't shy back.
He could ask Joshua what room he wants to go to. They could recreate the time Dion carried Joshua home. Instead, he marches straight to his own room, opens the door, and practically kicks it closed behind him.
Only now does sense seem to return to him, and only because he... isn't sure how to set Joshua down. On his feet? The bed? A chair? The wars with himself for a long moment before... ultimately allowing Joshua to carefully slide down onto the ground.
He isn't left alone for long, though. Dion's hands alight upon those shoulders. There's still a look of intensity about him as he gazes at Joshua, a man clearly teetering on the brink of desire.]
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He could ask Joshua what room he wants to go to. They could recreate the time Dion carried Joshua home. Instead, he marches straight to his own room, opens the door, and practically kicks it closed behind him.
Only now does sense seem to return to him, and only because he... isn't sure how to set Joshua down. On his feet? The bed? A chair? The wars with himself for a long moment before... ultimately allowing Joshua to carefully slide down onto the ground.
He isn't left alone for long, though. Dion's hands alight upon those shoulders. There's still a look of intensity about him as he gazes at Joshua, a man clearly teetering on the brink of desire.]
Are you alright. Is this alright?