[Liem hasn't had much opportunity prior to now to wonder much at the agreeable way that Jester's skin feels under his hands, against his lips. Every time he's touched her skin before today has been limited to her hands, but then hands are quite often much colder than other parts of someone's body. The more of her he explores, the more fascinated he becomes. She isn't warm, but she's so soft and quick and vital. The taste of her draws him in, encourages him to nibble at the curve of her lip. He can hear the lively beat of her pulse like a drumming in his ears. When she finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide within the blue rings of his irises.
It doesn't occur to Liem to think that he still hasn't told Jester what he actually is. She's seen his eyes, his teeth. She's felt the chill of his skin. She knows he's far older than any human would rightly be, especially one who doesn't look a day over thirty. If she had any reservations about what kind of being he is, surely she would have voiced them before now.
A flush creeps over his cheeks at her instruction; his ears twitch marginally back, as though shy at the thought of being noticed.]
As you wish.
[Up he gets, disengaging reluctantly from her to climb atop the bedspread, settling carefully to accommodate the increasing tightness of his trousers. But his eyes stay, anticipatory, on Jester.]
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It doesn't occur to Liem to think that he still hasn't told Jester what he actually is. She's seen his eyes, his teeth. She's felt the chill of his skin. She knows he's far older than any human would rightly be, especially one who doesn't look a day over thirty. If she had any reservations about what kind of being he is, surely she would have voiced them before now.
A flush creeps over his cheeks at her instruction; his ears twitch marginally back, as though shy at the thought of being noticed.]
As you wish.
[Up he gets, disengaging reluctantly from her to climb atop the bedspread, settling carefully to accommodate the increasing tightness of his trousers. But his eyes stay, anticipatory, on Jester.]