[ His relief rushes out past his lips in the form of a ragged breath that tapers off into a tiny sigh. He's arching his neck now, letting you have a bit more ground to cover over his skin.
You're attempting to go ways, at least, towards making him feel good and getting him to enjoy himself with you. He can't help himself either, not with the way that he has, since he fell in love with you, been perfectly attuned to everything about you: the way you look, the way you smell, the sound of your voice. ]
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You're attempting to go ways, at least, towards making him feel good and getting him to enjoy himself with you. He can't help himself either, not with the way that he has, since he fell in love with you, been perfectly attuned to everything about you: the way you look, the way you smell, the sound of your voice. ]