[ At that prompting, he shifts, pushes you down so that you're almost flat on your back at first, one hand braced at the small of your back to keep you close. And then he's kissing you again -- mouth, cheek, underside of jaw, neck -- and maneuvering you both so that he's got you turned around.
His fingers are curled against your stomach, wrist just close enough to the length of you even as he's tracking tender nips across your shoulder, along the curve of that and where it bleeds into your neck. His other hand is skimming your back now, over the ink, fingers ghosting over the art before they dip lower to stretch you out from this angle. ]
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His fingers are curled against your stomach, wrist just close enough to the length of you even as he's tracking tender nips across your shoulder, along the curve of that and where it bleeds into your neck. His other hand is skimming your back now, over the ink, fingers ghosting over the art before they dip lower to stretch you out from this angle. ]