[ He's breathing more heavily, all the more obvious with his chest exposed, his pulse at his throat visible only when her touch at his neck would expose it with blooming lights. He shivers underneath her, straining lightly against her hold on his hands less out of intent and more because of unthought reaction to her touch. ]
I don't know--
[ He says, with a gasp when she touches his nipple, the arousal that shoots through him aiming straight for his groin. He gasps, and indeed, the colours change, more reds than the blues and purples earlier, like a firework underneath his skin, trailing outward and fading away. ]
You'll have to tell me.
[ He's only looking up at her, holding her gaze. He has no idea how his skin is reacting... and that's fine. He wants her to tell him about it. ]
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I don't know--
[ He says, with a gasp when she touches his nipple, the arousal that shoots through him aiming straight for his groin. He gasps, and indeed, the colours change, more reds than the blues and purples earlier, like a firework underneath his skin, trailing outward and fading away. ]
You'll have to tell me.
[ He's only looking up at her, holding her gaze. He has no idea how his skin is reacting... and that's fine. He wants her to tell him about it. ]