[It's kisses like that that make him practically melt against her. Kisses like that which make him shut off his brain and let him just...be loved. It's such a foreign concept to him; something baked in that transcends his memories. Hours later after they've finished, he always wonders how hard his life was. Had he been so touch-starved that his entire body felt like it was on fire from her kiss?]
[But those thoughts are always reserved for later. Maybe tonight he'll share them with her...open up another wound for her to suture it with her lips.]
[His patience is on full display while he lets her play with and undo the buttons of his tunic. He's learned the art of layering and as she undoes that, she'll find that black undershirt clinging to his muscled torso. But he's got to find something to do with his own hands in the meantime, so while he drowns himself in the touch of her lips, his hands snake around to her backside to give her an encouraging squeeze.]
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[But those thoughts are always reserved for later. Maybe tonight he'll share them with her...open up another wound for her to suture it with her lips.]
[His patience is on full display while he lets her play with and undo the buttons of his tunic. He's learned the art of layering and as she undoes that, she'll find that black undershirt clinging to his muscled torso. But he's got to find something to do with his own hands in the meantime, so while he drowns himself in the touch of her lips, his hands snake around to her backside to give her an encouraging squeeze.]