[that earns a soft laugh, shy and warm. Really, Sunday...]
You have my thanks... though I would worry about being a bit much, I think.
[He's insatiable, and it's only gotten worse while he's been here. But the way Sunday moves is familiar too. Rigid and careful, trying to toe the line of propriety and desire.
Fingers lift his chin before grazing over soft lips, pausing patiently at the swell of them in their expectations. Skin shifts over the digits as he smiles again.]
I always enjoy myself... there's no need to worry about that.
[lashes droop as lips part proper, weight leaning forward to welcome those fingers between them. His tongue, deft and confident, traces the shape of them, piercing pressing briefly into the pad of one fingertip.]
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You have my thanks... though I would worry about being a bit much, I think.
[He's insatiable, and it's only gotten worse while he's been here. But the way Sunday moves is familiar too. Rigid and careful, trying to toe the line of propriety and desire.
Fingers lift his chin before grazing over soft lips, pausing patiently at the swell of them in their expectations. Skin shifts over the digits as he smiles again.]
I always enjoy myself... there's no need to worry about that.
[lashes droop as lips part proper, weight leaning forward to welcome those fingers between them. His tongue, deft and confident, traces the shape of them, piercing pressing briefly into the pad of one fingertip.]