[ admittedly, she'd been a little concerned that this was what was going to get him to ask her to stop. But he doesn't, and the strangled noise he keeps trapped in his throat sends a shiver coursing through her. She wants to hear it-- properly.
Which isn't going to happen if he keeps his hand pressed against his mouth, so as Rion diligently works on locating his scars with her mouth, one hand strokes down to his stomach.
To tickle, just a bit, as she adds the gentlest scrape of teeth to her next kiss. Move your hand, dork. ]
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Which isn't going to happen if he keeps his hand pressed against his mouth, so as Rion diligently works on locating his scars with her mouth, one hand strokes down to his stomach.
To tickle, just a bit, as she adds the gentlest scrape of teeth to her next kiss. Move your hand, dork. ]