[ It'll be a surprised expression that flits across his face, with hints of panic, actually; it isn't distressed so much as it is comedic. If it had only been one or the other — the hips rolling against him, the fingertips teasing at him — he could have survived. Together, he gives a jump that shudders through his entire body, unable to help how a gasp escapes from him, and his back arches at the roll of Celeste's hips up against him, seeking to follow that delicious friction of its own accord.
Crap, crap, fuck, goddamnit. After him, indeed. Yeah, sure, as if he's getting up after that. Instead, he presses his face against Celeste's shoulder with a thin whine, twisting the fabric of his shirt up in his hands as he does. ]
Celeste! I can't walk out of here if I'm sporting a hard-on, holy shit.
[ Because yes, it is that easy for Celeste to turn him on. How could it not? With how he looks, make-up smudged, clothing mussed, and hair out of place, all because of him, Eli. He did that, and now he's touching him like that? He needs a moment. He needs to calm down before they make a break for the temple. ]
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Crap, crap, fuck, goddamnit. After him, indeed. Yeah, sure, as if he's getting up after that. Instead, he presses his face against Celeste's shoulder with a thin whine, twisting the fabric of his shirt up in his hands as he does. ]
Celeste! I can't walk out of here if I'm sporting a hard-on, holy shit.
[ Because yes, it is that easy for Celeste to turn him on. How could it not? With how he looks, make-up smudged, clothing mussed, and hair out of place, all because of him, Eli. He did that, and now he's touching him like that? He needs a moment. He needs to calm down before they make a break for the temple. ]