[ It could be because they know each other other so well or that the trust between them is never questioned, it's in their blood to take care of each other by now, that this all feels so easy yet still has butterflies pleasantly fluttering in his stomach, breaking the kiss to take more down the curve of her throat. His beard brushes along blue skin and he's careful not to let his tusks nip (yet!), mouthing his way along the elegant blue curve of Jester's neck and back up again, just because he can and he wants her to know what it feels like to be loved after a month of stress.
Her skirt slips down when he trails a hand up her bent knee and he scoops up nothing at her hip, no fabric under a brushing thumb. It fires up his latent arousal, reminding him of his own erection with a throb of want between his legs. No panties.
When he looks down at her his slit pupils are dark saucers. ]
I want to touch you, Jessie. Are you ready for that?
[ He asks just in case, because doing this remotely is very different to being with someone in person, and she deserves any out she needs. ]
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Her skirt slips down when he trails a hand up her bent knee and he scoops up nothing at her hip, no fabric under a brushing thumb. It fires up his latent arousal, reminding him of his own erection with a throb of want between his legs. No panties.
When he looks down at her his slit pupils are dark saucers. ]
I want to touch you, Jessie. Are you ready for that?
[ He asks just in case, because doing this remotely is very different to being with someone in person, and she deserves any out she needs. ]