[ He always thought he would be the one kissing her but it feels so nice not to have to worry about overstepping any bounds and to be the kissed. Jester's lips are soft and he cups her cheek to brush away her short hair, tilting his head into a better position. His heart isn't doing the insane triptych dance it did when he used to think about this, not with Jester over him and her warmth at his side in the safety of her bed, cosied up together; he feels peaceful, like it's obvious he belongs here. He doesn't panic with her.
His mouth opens and his tusks are unveiled, a brief lick across her lips given to test the waters. ]
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His mouth opens and his tusks are unveiled, a brief lick across her lips given to test the waters. ]