[Liem eagerly laps up Jester’s reactions, soaking in the shiver in her body, the tightening of her thighs around him, the pleasure in her voice as she struggles to drag herself away from him. His eyes follow her intently as she pulls back, his long ears pricking at the mention of a reward. He feels more reckless than he does bold as he regards the glittering of her dark eyes and the heaving of her breath. She looks like she might be about to pounce on him and eat him, cotton tail and all—and he eagerly invites the possibility.]
Gladly, Jester. [He smiles.] Right away.
[He sits up and follows her across the bed, leaning closer to once again close the distance between them. The change in position causes his breath to catch a little as his erection shifts against the almost-painfully tight confines of his trousers, but a part of him savours the ache of it, of enduring his discomfort for as long as Jester sees fit. Cool fingers skim over her ribs and around to her back, tracing the lacy bottom of her bra.]
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Gladly, Jester. [He smiles.] Right away.
[He sits up and follows her across the bed, leaning closer to once again close the distance between them. The change in position causes his breath to catch a little as his erection shifts against the almost-painfully tight confines of his trousers, but a part of him savours the ache of it, of enduring his discomfort for as long as Jester sees fit. Cool fingers skim over her ribs and around to her back, tracing the lacy bottom of her bra.]
Can I help you with this, my lady?