[ Practiced hands remove the key as easily as it had been placed, a simple flick of the wrist to grab it and close the door in one easy motion. He locks it behind them, even as he relents into those pulling hands. Perhaps showing off a bit, himself. Rogue to rogue communication.
It's only moments like these that it occurs to him that he wears so many damn layers. But as much as he wants to help, he also wants to see Jarlaxle undressed. He figures the other rogue can figure it out just fine. So he reaches for Jarlaxle's belt, undoing it with all the grace of a pickpocket trying to part an unsuspecting target from his silver. That's satisfying too.
But he can't help himself. He leans forward and kisses Jarlaxle's neck. Careful with the way he does so his bite marks aren't visible. He keeps his fangs to himself, though, his kisses almost chaste if not for their urgency. ]
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It's only moments like these that it occurs to him that he wears so many damn layers. But as much as he wants to help, he also wants to see Jarlaxle undressed. He figures the other rogue can figure it out just fine. So he reaches for Jarlaxle's belt, undoing it with all the grace of a pickpocket trying to part an unsuspecting target from his silver. That's satisfying too.
But he can't help himself. He leans forward and kisses Jarlaxle's neck. Careful with the way he does so his bite marks aren't visible. He keeps his fangs to himself, though, his kisses almost chaste if not for their urgency. ]