There's something about the simple act of feeling Zoro's hand against his cheek that brings G'raha almost indescribable joy, to experience the real warmth and roughness of his skin... It makes him a touch weak in the knees. He laughs softly, warmly at the way his hand is inspected, only to shiver at the way the touch moves upward.
And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but then both of Zoro's beautiful hands are on him again, drawing him in close, for their first real kiss-- did it count if it was inside of that real-but-not-real place? He would be more than happy to make up for all of them, and all the time they'd lost with him sleeping off his experiences from his first few days in this strange locale.
He gives a soft, trilling sound and arches up into the kiss, the hand that had been on Zoro's shoulder sliding in to cup the side of his neck, the fingers of his other hand delicately carding through the taller man's hair.
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And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but then both of Zoro's beautiful hands are on him again, drawing him in close, for their first real kiss-- did it count if it was inside of that real-but-not-real place? He would be more than happy to make up for all of them, and all the time they'd lost with him sleeping off his experiences from his first few days in this strange locale.
He gives a soft, trilling sound and arches up into the kiss, the hand that had been on Zoro's shoulder sliding in to cup the side of his neck, the fingers of his other hand delicately carding through the taller man's hair.