[Liem is glad to see Jester follow him promptly onto the bed. He's not sure how he'd be able to stand it if she made him wait before she touched him any more. Not that she's exactly rushing to the conclusion, but even the stroke of her fingertips along his jaw to the fur at the base of his ear charms a soft, shivering sigh from him. He tips his head into the contact, eyelids fluttering.
It's an effort of will to keep them from just drifting closed—but he keeps his eyes trained on Jester's face, watching her as she touches him. Humiliation is a warm buzz beneath his skin, mixing with perverse pleasure at being stroked like a tame animal. It's impossible to tell his embarrassment at the thought apart from his titillation. He smiles at her through his blush.]
They're even softer than they look, aren't they?
[He adjusts his hips as he lies back, moving carefully to avoid lying on his own fluffy tail, and makes himself comfortable against the pillows.]
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It's an effort of will to keep them from just drifting closed—but he keeps his eyes trained on Jester's face, watching her as she touches him. Humiliation is a warm buzz beneath his skin, mixing with perverse pleasure at being stroked like a tame animal. It's impossible to tell his embarrassment at the thought apart from his titillation. He smiles at her through his blush.]
They're even softer than they look, aren't they?
[He adjusts his hips as he lies back, moving carefully to avoid lying on his own fluffy tail, and makes himself comfortable against the pillows.]