[ What strikes them first is that Tartaglia's clumsy with his kiss. Not that they're looking down on him for that or anything. Rather, they feel warmer that this is probably his first, and that he'd agreed so readily. Heat creeps up the back of their neck. It's the closeness, the beating of their hearts so fast. Their hand slides from his cheek into his hair.
He's a quick learner, which is both good and maybe a little dangerous. The brush of his tongue along their bottom lip makes their breath hitch softly, and they part their lips to let him in. Of course, they're not about to submit completely; they deepen the kiss more, pushing their tongue against his. ]
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He's a quick learner, which is both good and maybe a little dangerous. The brush of his tongue along their bottom lip makes their breath hitch softly, and they part their lips to let him in. Of course, they're not about to submit completely; they deepen the kiss more, pushing their tongue against his. ]