[Well, there would sure be an opportunity for that soon.]

[Of course, to that question there's a funny little moment of hesitation before Shadow Milk's laugh rings out in the room around them.]

Am I? You can see me, can't you?

[He slowly begins climbing out of the shadows, raising out of the floor so that he can slide his hands around Pure Vanilla. His hair, and other tendrils forming of the shadows also do the same. Vanilla will feel it, that Shadow Milk feels awfully warmer than usual. He's always run cold.]

[Shadow Milk leans in right against is ear.]

Is this better?

( It's a dramatic greeting as it always is, but it's not unwelcome at all. Rather -- he relaxes upon feeling those hands around him almost instantly. But, it only takes him seconds to realize how warm he truly feels to the touch. How could he not? They've always been opposites in that sense -- Pure Vanilla's body always warm to the touch. With how openly affectionate he's being, the familiar warmth that he's felt before. Perhaps he's overassuming, and yet -

He reaches, hands easily resting against hips. Thumbs circle around clothed skin easily, but he can't help but stop. His words are soft, quiet: )

You're warm. Have you been waiting long like this...?

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[He basks in that contact for a moment, wants to curl around him until every inch of him is touching every inch of Vanilla. His body aches for him in a way he's never felt before.]

[He scoffs a little.]

This body was created by the hands of someone with a few screws loose. He proudly boasted that he added some quirks to it after giving it to me. I imagine this is one of those "features" he mentioned.

[He breathes him in, deep, right against his skin.]

( .... Ah--

He feels the way his face heats up at that mention, turning his head away a bit from the other. Certainly, that-- is not the improvement that they were hoping for. But, the feeling of Shadow Milk against him is more than he bargained for. There's a feeling he gets when they're so close to one another like this -- as though a piece of him that was missing finally found him. He'd never grow tired of it. )

I am certain we could find the doctor again! He has certainly given you more than you bargained for.

But, for now--

( He pushes himself closer -- squeezing hips gently - lips pressing against the others in a brief, yet sweet kiss. )

There is no harm in indulging one another.

[He comes even close and the feeling is maddening now. How badly he wants Vanilla, how his skin is aching for his touch, how instincts are pounding at the back of his mind. He needs him, and its taking every ounce of his self control not to press his claws into him and tear off his stupid robes-]

If we found him again there wouldn't be much keeping me from twisting his head from his deranged little neck, I'm afraid-

[The kiss sets him off, and though Vanilla pulls away a moment to speak, he is answered by Shadow Milk dragging him back in for another, but this one much more intent, hungry.]

I might not be able to stop, if you indulge me. Not until this body gets what it wants. Do you understand?

( He could comment that there are far better solutions then what Shadow Milk is entertaining -- but then, the conversation seems to drop as soon as their lips meet, and any thoughts he had at that moment are drowned out by another feelings entirely.

It's funny, isn't it? He's always felt drawn to him, but he hadn't known that it would be in the sweetest, most intimate way that one could be connected with someone. Even now, he can feel his heart begin to race, and he presses another kiss to lips, and then another. )

My other half -- I am here for everything you need.

( One hand moves, carefully - fingers brushing against souljam, the other resting on the small of his back. )

Once we do start, I am afraid that the both of us may very well lose control.