[ It'a criminal, really, how he finds you so appealing, so beautiful, and so painfully desirable. He has asked himself each time that the two of you are alone together like this ( okay, not exactly like this, but you get the picture ) how is it possible to ache so much fron want, to feel the twist of need in his gut from a single look from yourself.
He's skimming his hands worshipfully over the skin of your torso now, bending down to press his mouth against the planes of your body, each kiss slow and tender as if he were memorizing every inch of you.
That's his hand moving down as well, so that he can feel you up, fingers tracing the shape of you beneath the fabric of your pants, even as he sighs against the area of your ribcage. ]
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He's skimming his hands worshipfully over the skin of your torso now, bending down to press his mouth against the planes of your body, each kiss slow and tender as if he were memorizing every inch of you.
That's his hand moving down as well, so that he can feel you up, fingers tracing the shape of you beneath the fabric of your pants, even as he sighs against the area of your ribcage. ]