His fingers slip into Lio’s hair and trail down his neck. His beautiful, eager mate. Galo leans back a little until he can feel the side of the bowl against part of his back. He snags the jar and twists the top off, while lightly tugging on Lio’s hair.

If Lio obeys the tug he kisses him slowly, grazing his teeth on his bottom lip. His fingers dip into the oil inside the jar, hooking to scoop some of it up.

He lets out a pleased hum as he breathes a bit of his flame. Not enough to do anything, just like another kind of kiss.