"Not that I'm complaining but your hand keeps brushing against my groin," Órëcáno informed the Vanya noble, their lips spreading into a teasing grin as their eyes shamelessly trailed over Vanimo's form. "I don't believe we have met before, may I know your name?" They gently grasped the Vanya's hand and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his knuckles. (For my side blog @spawnofnolofinwe )
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Vaino was obviously not aware of what his hand was brushing against, as he would never have dared such a bold move.
"I-I'm deeply sorry I ... I r-really did not mean to! Please, forgive me!" he sputtered, blushing violently up to the very tip of his ears. He was so distressed about the accident that he did not notice the other's gaze on his body. And maybe it was for the best as he did not need any more embarrassment.
He was stunned to see them gently take his hand and plant a kiss on it that lasted a bit more than customary. It was only because he was already incredibly red in his face that he did not blush more.
"M-my name is ... is Almáringwë Vaino," he forced himself to reply, voice still a bit shaky. "You may call me Vaino. W-what is yours?"
