[there's a quiet, fond chuckle that ends up swallowed by the kiss. he's happy to part his lips for it right from the start, but he's keeping his participation modest because his lips are really fucking sore, it turns out. it goes without saying, but along with the faint taste of sweat and the metallic tinge of blood, Booker will be able to mainly taste himself in Curtain's mouth.

because most of his attention is focused on Booker's dick, still, he keeps pumping at it steadily; but now that a kiss is happening he also adds his other hand to be more efficient. touching as much of the warm, sensitive skin as possible with every stroke]