[Mephisto's voice may wobble, but Stephen's is steady- if soft. Mixing with his once again for the conclusion to their song, which, yes, still strikes him as odd- but more odd with how right it feels. As does to allow Mephisto to tug at him, if only to see where he's going, and-
-ah. It's clear enough. He doesn't need to be led in to this, and he moves forwards the rest of the distance, pressing their lips together with his other hand coming up to cup Mephisto's cheek.
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-ah. It's clear enough. He doesn't need to be led in to this, and he moves forwards the rest of the distance, pressing their lips together with his other hand coming up to cup Mephisto's cheek.
He realizes, belatedly, it's still a bit damp.]