Kazan pauses at this, his hand grasping forward as with a flick of his wrist and a slow drum of his fingers press themselves one at a time on the back of Zora’s hips. Pulling them flush to his own body in one fluid motion.
His other hand curls a finger, gliding the back of it gently over their star speckled check to their nape; his finger straightening itself out as he tucks a curly lock behind their ear, and the back of his hand holding back the rest of the flock of curls from covering their neck again.
“Let me indulge you then.”
Zora feels themself sensitive to the way that his fingers press on their hips. When they are drawn flushed against his body, their hands rested on him, eager for the contact of such closeness.
Z sighs at the feeling of his hand gliding his finger over their cheek, over to their nape. They are feeling a distinct sort of anticipation as more of their neck is bared towards him.
“Please do. I am excited for this..” there’s a latent desire to their tone, really wanting to draw more of his attention.
