[Jester's exploration of his horns is a pale and muted thing to Liem compared to the sensation of her lips pressing into his hair. His lashes flutter against the skin of her chest, breath catching in his throat as she cranes her neck to drop a kiss near the base of his ear.]
Thank you, Jester.
[The words are muffled by the curve of her breast, lukewarm breath feathering over her skin. He tries to remain as still as he can within the limits of this new instruction, tipping his face only slightly to press open-mouthed kisses against her chest, to trail his lips over the side of one breast and tease the soft flesh there with scrapes of his teeth and swipes of his tongue. He's as eager as he dares be, hungry for the yielding softness of her skin but cautious of distracting her too much and earning her admonishment.]
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Thank you, Jester.
[The words are muffled by the curve of her breast, lukewarm breath feathering over her skin. He tries to remain as still as he can within the limits of this new instruction, tipping his face only slightly to press open-mouthed kisses against her chest, to trail his lips over the side of one breast and tease the soft flesh there with scrapes of his teeth and swipes of his tongue. He's as eager as he dares be, hungry for the yielding softness of her skin but cautious of distracting her too much and earning her admonishment.]