[Honey]

He tried to let his lips linger to mingle pleasurably with the other's for as long as he could manage, but as the other pulled away he was left with the chill of the air against his wet lips and nothing to lean against. Nearly he stumbled forward but was able to catch his footing and straighten himself to look up into those pale eyes. As they stared, he could feel his shoulder begin to sting a bit more as time passed until he reached back to feel the light ridge of a scratch. Word of a damned cat left his mouth no louder than an aggravated whisper before he looked up to see the stranger still staring. "You keep doing that."