Convincing Confessions?

[Raffe]

The way Nox licked his lips didn't make it easy. Raffe's gaze lingered. It would be so effortless to lean in. His skin was still warm from sleep, and whether it was late or early the shadows still lingered alongside the temptation to sink into them. Their time in the mansion hadn't been hurried, but it had still been a stranger's house. Now the atmosphere had dispelled, and more than that, had coalesced into something that made Raffe feel like he was glowing, it was very difficult to ignore that he was sitting in Nox's bed.

He stood when Nox began to dress -- he'd grab his t-shirt when they left, since they'd have to pass his own door to get to the stairs. In the meantime he ran his finger along the lotus's broad leaves, and tried not to watch. It'd be too easy to offer to help, and too easy to become quickly distracted. Which he didn't mind, but not when he knew Nox would be worried about the unnatural hungers the darkness brought with it.

"Food first." His lips quirked a smile, a little teasing emphasis on the second word. When Nox straightened, he ruffled fingers through his dark hair, flattening the tufts from slumber. The victorious smile made his chest flutter and he grinned back, then succumbed to the temptation to kiss that smile softly. The last few days had been shitty. The world changed in bad ways, and good. He pulled back before he fell too deep. "You can buy me breakfast," he agreed.