"Soul…"
Golden orbs peered up lazily to the scythe, hands held up against the wall above his head, the smallest grin tugging up at his lips.
"Shhh…"
The weapon shushed the boy, head ducking down as lips attacked his neck, a low, almost animalistic growl rumbling in his chest. Tightening his grip around the other's wrists his tongue dragged up the smooth, pale skin of the Reaper's neck, trailing up to his ear and clamping his mouth around the lobe.
A shiver shot up Kid's spine to the teasing, head leaning back against the wall just slightly as a shaky sigh passed his lips, body squirming slightly.
He didn't really enjoy the restriction to his hands, though, did enjoy the other's playful attitude…
Grinning widely Soul played his lips against the Meister's ear for a moment longer. As he pulled back he blew onto the boys' neck—Receiving another shiver, which only made his grin grow. Trailing his lips along his jaw and over his lips he paused, letting his eyes lock with the other's own for a quick moment, though, soon catching his lips against his and automatically forcing his tongue into the Reaper's mouth.
Yellowed orbs widened to the scythe's sudden force, though, he soon melted into the kiss and just let him do as he pleased, his own tongue coming to action to play against the boy's own.
'Wrestling' together now the scythe's grip slowly released the Reaper's own, hands falling down and finding their place onto the boy's hips, the Meister's own going to grab at the weapon's shoulders, squeezing them slightly along with.
Needing to pull back for air Kid panted slightly, head tilting down as his gaze shifted, golden hues now just staring with wanting of the boy—More than just this.
"…Soul."
Taking in his own breath for air he only smirked at his name—It was easy to tell what the other wanted, and honestly, he couldn't wait.
"I couldn't agree more."