Noah was finding it difficult to tell if Elann was actually fighting some sort of addiction to kissing him or if she was just looking to suck the fun out of his game, a game he wasn’t actively playing until she reminded him with her pleading and borderline commanding way of requesting a kiss. He laughed through his nose, a single long breath to tell of the smile coming across his lips. His thumb beneath her bottom lip paused in its gentle stroking as he looked down at her in consideration.

The technical command did give his entire being pause, he wasn’t allowed to think of his game at Elann’s pleading and direction. The draw wasn’t intense but was enough for him to forfeit his game and his own enjoyment in order to satisfy a want of his bondmate. Noah’s thumb put pressure on her chin, forcing her lips apart only slightly as he bent down to meet them with his. The kiss itself wasn’t small, it was open-mouthed and sensual enough to hopefully sate whatever need she had.

Noah continued on in the kiss, prolonging it in a way that would only pause for breath so long as she didn’t request for him to stop. Kissing her satisfied something within him as well because he liked the action almost as much as she did, if not at the same level of want sometimes. The fluttering feel-good emotions were elating to him as well, but it all came crashing down at the eventual ringing of the dinner bell which actually jolted the Kelvic into a fleeting state of shock, causing him to tense and relax upon realization in a splitting second.

He pulled back and up, licking his lips and tasting what little of her remained on them. He wanted to ask if that was better, if she was finally satisfied, but he believed he had his answer upon looking into their bond. Noah didn’t stay looking at her though, turning his back to her in favor for the trunk once again. He sought for the latch, undoing it and reopening the trunk.

“I need pants,” he said, more in announcing and asking for aid than anything else.