[ The warmth embraces him in a way that he can't escape. Not like he would be able to do so, even if he wanted to. His eyes narrow while hers widen, and it's comprehensible. Their tongues meeting stimulating more than his senses now, and he pays full attention at its texture, enjoying it so far.
There's a stop, but he doesn't complain. A hollow starts to rip open his chest, and he knows what it is: the need to continue. Of course, he knows how to hide it not-so-pretty well, but at least he tries his best to speak his mind when prompted. ]
belated reply because i thought i replied to this one. sorry—!
There's a stop, but he doesn't complain. A hollow starts to rip open his chest, and he knows what it is: the need to continue. Of course, he knows how to hide it not-so-pretty well, but at least he tries his best to speak his mind when prompted. ]
Shouldn't we... Take our clothes off?
[ But that was... really embarrassing to say. ]