Her fingers may graze over ruined flesh on the back of his neck. His master's mark, a circular brand, was still there as a constant reminder of the strings he once danced on. The bonds he once lived with. Even now, his body would tense unconsciously if she touched it. Though, it wouldn't deter him from his current desire.
"You can taste my neck," he offered. "Or my chest... or... anywhere you please."
It was hard to focus on much with her lips brushing so against his. "I'd like to taste your lips first. Then maybe... make my way down until I find your other pair of lips. If you'll allow it?"
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Date: 2021-02-16 04:00 pm (UTC)"You can taste my neck," he offered. "Or my chest... or... anywhere you please."
It was hard to focus on much with her lips brushing so against his. "I'd like to taste your lips first. Then maybe... make my way down until I find your other pair of lips. If you'll allow it?"