[The noises she makes, the way she sighs and scratches at his scalp make him give his own hum of appreciation around her.
He wants more of those noises, and he does, indeed, pull her dress lower, revealing the scar and burnt skin and he only pauses momentarily before he kisses that too, runs his tongue along the edges of it. It's not like he doesn't have his own fair share of them, and he's certainly not about to judge her for having them. It's a neat little piece of her, and he can't help but wonder how she got it.
Which is more of an idle thought, maybe she'll tell him after they're done here. Right now he focuses on moving that hand on her upper thigh, running his fingers along the edges of her underwear teasingly.]
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He wants more of those noises, and he does, indeed, pull her dress lower, revealing the scar and burnt skin and he only pauses momentarily before he kisses that too, runs his tongue along the edges of it. It's not like he doesn't have his own fair share of them, and he's certainly not about to judge her for having them. It's a neat little piece of her, and he can't help but wonder how she got it.
Which is more of an idle thought, maybe she'll tell him after they're done here. Right now he focuses on moving that hand on her upper thigh, running his fingers along the edges of her underwear teasingly.]