"D-Do forgive me for this." He shifts forward suddenly, placing a gentle kiss on the dwarf King. The Tsar had never kissed a man with facial hair before. It was surprisingly pleasant. Realizing he was taking a bit of time he pulled back, turning pink as he shifted away. "Apologies."
As their lips made contact, his shoulders tensed, and his cumbersome hands grasped the other male’s waist. Well, this was certainly sudden, yet not unpleasant. He’d never kissed someone without facial hair before now. So, the kiss was a new experience for the pair. Once they parted, Thorin swallowed thickly. His cheeks flushed red as he stared Mani down. “What prompted this sudden affection—?” The dwarf king asked in genuine confusion.
Mani shifted nervously. “It was a spell.” He was surprised that Thorin placed his hands right on the male’s hips. Something jumped within him, causing him to blush slightly.
"I did not mean to invade your personal space. But was it pleasant at least?"