[ He'll let you do that, the mischief in his eyes again as he leans in to finally drink from your lips. The wine was great -- but you taste infinitely better.
He's also shifting closer, rolling his hips against yours teasingly as he slips his hands between your bodies to start picking at the bindings that keep those robes of yours together. ]
Always.
[ And there's the smile that you tend to love from him, with the top row of his teeth catching on his lower lip. This is kind of how you both roll. ]
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He's also shifting closer, rolling his hips against yours teasingly as he slips his hands between your bodies to start picking at the bindings that keep those robes of yours together. ]
Always.
[ And there's the smile that you tend to love from him, with the top row of his teeth catching on his lower lip. This is kind of how you both roll. ]