[Liem makes a noise that is dangerously close to being a purr as Jester rubs the skin of his ear between her fingers. It's either that or a little growl of frustration—based on the way his brows furrow at her mention of inspecting his horns, the idea of being made to wait longer while she satisfies her curiosity is a vexing one.]
Oh—right. Of course.
[He makes a valiant effort to sound nonchalant, like the prospect of waiting for her to progress her explorations isn't a source of keen impatience for him, with only limited success. His hips squirm uselessly against empty air as her touch slides along the edge of his ear. He can hear her every breath and each beat of her heart—this close, it isn't even difficult—and he focuses his efforts on matching his breathing up with hers.]
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Oh—right. Of course.
[He makes a valiant effort to sound nonchalant, like the prospect of waiting for her to progress her explorations isn't a source of keen impatience for him, with only limited success. His hips squirm uselessly against empty air as her touch slides along the edge of his ear. He can hear her every breath and each beat of her heart—this close, it isn't even difficult—and he focuses his efforts on matching his breathing up with hers.]