[Content as Liem is, the gentle trail of Jester’s nails over his back brings a quiet sigh to his lips, and he arches slightly beneath them, languid as a stretching cat. He chooses to take her jesting applause as a compliment, and regards her with sly satisfaction as her hand wanders down her body and finds the slickness between her legs.]
Well… I’d best clean it up then, don’t you think?
[His house, his mess—his responsibility. His ears quiver as he pulls out of her with a small groan, but his eyes stay steady on hers as he continues to prowl backwards down her body. He pauses over her lower belly, dipping his gaze and then his mouth to lave the slick smear with slow strokes of his tongue.]
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Well… I’d best clean it up then, don’t you think?
[His house, his mess—his responsibility. His ears quiver as he pulls out of her with a small groan, but his eyes stay steady on hers as he continues to prowl backwards down her body. He pauses over her lower belly, dipping his gaze and then his mouth to lave the slick smear with slow strokes of his tongue.]