[Liem’s initial response comes out rather less articulate than he’d like, owing to the curious and fascinating touch of Jester’s fingers along the skin of his ear. He takes a slow, measured breath—drawing it down to the very bottom of his ribs, expanding through the diaphragm—and lets it trickle out before trying again.]
It feels good. Gentle.
[And even though she’s only touching his ear, the rest of him is alert and already thrumming with anticipation. He nibbles his lower lip with one long fang, trying not to dwell on the way his clothes shift and press against his skin, trying not to imagine those cool, careful fingers tracing the line of his neck or sliding beneath his clothing. But he can’t help but think about it—he can’t help but want it. His want comes out on a softly breathed confession.]
no subject
[Liem’s initial response comes out rather less articulate than he’d like, owing to the curious and fascinating touch of Jester’s fingers along the skin of his ear. He takes a slow, measured breath—drawing it down to the very bottom of his ribs, expanding through the diaphragm—and lets it trickle out before trying again.]
It feels good. Gentle.
[And even though she’s only touching his ear, the rest of him is alert and already thrumming with anticipation. He nibbles his lower lip with one long fang, trying not to dwell on the way his clothes shift and press against his skin, trying not to imagine those cool, careful fingers tracing the line of his neck or sliding beneath his clothing. But he can’t help but think about it—he can’t help but want it. His want comes out on a softly breathed confession.]
Gods, I want you to touch me more. Everywhere.