[They're of a similar enough height that the slight difference of Nyx sitting in Squall's lap makes them dead even. So when Squall begins to kiss at his shoulder, making his skin tingle and prickle with warmth and magic, he's able to lean his head back onto Squall's opposite shoulder, catching his eye briefly in a sidelong glance. His scarred hand comes up to reach back and sink his fingers in that lush mane of hair.
A low groan, pleased and encouraging escapes him at that promise of kisses and Nyx abruptly turns his head to pull Squall forward just enough to kiss him properly. He has to strain backwards just a little but it's very much worth it for the wet heat of his mouth and the inevitable chill of his lips when the magic sparks between them.]
Every part? [Teased breathlessly against his lips but Nyx pushes for another demanding kiss.]
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A low groan, pleased and encouraging escapes him at that promise of kisses and Nyx abruptly turns his head to pull Squall forward just enough to kiss him properly. He has to strain backwards just a little but it's very much worth it for the wet heat of his mouth and the inevitable chill of his lips when the magic sparks between them.]
Every part? [Teased breathlessly against his lips but Nyx pushes for another demanding kiss.]