[ It's nothing like he's felt in a long time, maybe longer than he can remember, these gentle attentive touches, going further than just lust or need, an exploration of his body that's just about sharing pleasure. He's spent so long being touched only in violence, with fists or feet or the necessity of salving wounds, and each pass of her fingertips over his skin feels like it's erasing those long lonely decades.
He arches up a little under those kisses, against the soft brush of her palm against the underside of his tail, a short exhale when her teeth graze him. ]
Good, 'cause I don't.. don't wanna leave either. [ He crooks his left arm back up behind his head and lifts his right hand, one big stone finger gently brushing a curl of that flyaway blond hair behind her ear, a sweet kind of ache in his chest as his glowing eyes study her. ] Don't wanna leave you.
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He arches up a little under those kisses, against the soft brush of her palm against the underside of his tail, a short exhale when her teeth graze him. ]
Good, 'cause I don't.. don't wanna leave either. [ He crooks his left arm back up behind his head and lifts his right hand, one big stone finger gently brushing a curl of that flyaway blond hair behind her ear, a sweet kind of ache in his chest as his glowing eyes study her. ] Don't wanna leave you.