[ Which is to say, yes he's proud of his appearance, but not any particular aspect more than another. He is, unfortunately, one of those guys that thinks and knows he's hot shit. He is, under normal circumstances, not particularly interested in pleasures of the flesh, but he is fairly confident about his attractiveness. I hate him. ]
Don't meddle with it too much.
[ He says grimly, but very much easily following her command, because that is very much where his instinct tells him to go— to move closer to her, to feel her warm skin against his own. And more specifically, to let his mouth explore what it wants to, now that he's left the remnants of the candy behind and finds himself restless.
Though his cheeks continue to be unusually warm, he dips his cheeks easily into the curve of her exposed cleavage, leaving an idle and light trail of kisses that moves southward as she plays with his hair. ]
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[ Which is to say, yes he's proud of his appearance, but not any particular aspect more than another. He is, unfortunately, one of those guys that thinks and knows he's hot shit. He is, under normal circumstances, not particularly interested in pleasures of the flesh, but he is fairly confident about his attractiveness. I hate him. ]
Don't meddle with it too much.
[ He says grimly, but very much easily following her command, because that is very much where his instinct tells him to go— to move closer to her, to feel her warm skin against his own. And more specifically, to let his mouth explore what it wants to, now that he's left the remnants of the candy behind and finds himself restless.
Though his cheeks continue to be unusually warm, he dips his cheeks easily into the curve of her exposed cleavage, leaving an idle and light trail of kisses that moves southward as she plays with his hair. ]