[Liem's mind is a muddle of fleeting thoughts, desires and sensations all jostling for attention as Jester follows him back and crowds into his lap. A soft groan escapes him when her weight settles directly over his confined erection. He swallows, his nerves snapping excitedly at her nearness, squirming with a small roll of his hips beneath her as her bare arms wind around his shoulders.]
Well then.
[There's no need to say any more than that, is there? The sharp points of his fangs dig into his lip for a moment preceding a quick and eager grin, and his hands dance up her thighs with curious and leisurely fingers, rub gently over her waist and the curve of her stomach as his eyes drift intently down and back up to her face. As she straddles him he's working his way up deliberately, ardent but unhurried, toward the fullness of her breasts.]
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Well then.
[There's no need to say any more than that, is there? The sharp points of his fangs dig into his lip for a moment preceding a quick and eager grin, and his hands dance up her thighs with curious and leisurely fingers, rub gently over her waist and the curve of her stomach as his eyes drift intently down and back up to her face. As she straddles him he's working his way up deliberately, ardent but unhurried, toward the fullness of her breasts.]