Oh, it definitely is. Dimitri ate about four of them before he left - the first one, he thought, had to be a figment of his imagination; some conjured memory that allowed him the briefest chance to taste again. But then he ate another, and it he tasted it just the same, sweet and familiar; warm, like home before everything went to shit. And it just went from there until he got up and headed to Max to thank him.
In turn he plans to taste Max just the same; his tongue delving from his mouth and into the other man's so he can really appreciate whatever he has to offer. An odd - but not unpleasant - mix of sweetness and...bitterness? He will have to probe a little more, excuse him. His arm loops around Max's waist, palm flat against the small of his back to press their chests together.
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Date: 2020-12-11 05:04 am (UTC)In turn he plans to taste Max just the same; his tongue delving from his mouth and into the other man's so he can really appreciate whatever he has to offer. An odd - but not unpleasant - mix of sweetness and...bitterness? He will have to probe a little more, excuse him. His arm loops around Max's waist, palm flat against the small of his back to press their chests together.