It’s like his lips, just the right side of perfectly designed. It feels oddly cool at first, but it’s such a minor thing, and so easily overlooked when he’s exploring every inch of your mouth. You return the favour, of course.
You can feel yourself starting to gasp with want, and you’re probably pressing up a little too shamelessly where your hips are pressed against him but, god. You never want him to stop kissing you like that.
He presses you against the wall, holding you in place with his hips so that his hands are free to touch you. One of them stays on your thigh, rubbing the length between your knee and your hip. The other slides beneath your shirt, grazing over sensitive skin and making you shiver and moan against him.
Still. Two can play at that game.
You loosen your hold on him so you can run a hand through his hair. So soft. Even though you know it’s synthetic, it feels better than the reality anyway. You tangle your fingers into the fibres and pull him tighter against your mouth.