[ Well, that's okay, he supposes. Both the hand and the shirt thing and also the liking basically whatever he does with his mouth. That's probably okay. For the moment, he smiles against her skin. ] I would pay you five thousand dollars to say that to his face.
[ But then it's back to things with his mouth, and figuring out passively what he actually wants to say, if he wants to say anything at all in the first place. He's undecided. A lot of their relationship is predicated on the unspoken and the understood, and while he's not at all opposed to leaving things intimate and intimated, there is something to be said for the certainty of having it made concrete. So. He pulls back just slightly for the start, still close enough to warm her skin with his breath, letting his hands continue their general perusal of the surface of her, but gradually leaning back a little bit more to look at her. Not in the face, because you don't look people in the eyes when you're saying certain important things, but down, following the path of his hands. ]
Safe. You make me feel safe. Reliably. And stronger. More for having something special to protect, but - more than that because you don't even need it. It's voluntary, not an obligation but more like a... Privilege. And because there's safety at the end, there's - Shit. I don't know, there's more to it for some reason. It sounds dumb. But. [ Okay right and now that that's all done it's time to go back to using his mouth for things that are way less embarrassing, leaning back towards her to continue what he was doing before. ]
yolo
[ But then it's back to things with his mouth, and figuring out passively what he actually wants to say, if he wants to say anything at all in the first place. He's undecided. A lot of their relationship is predicated on the unspoken and the understood, and while he's not at all opposed to leaving things intimate and intimated, there is something to be said for the certainty of having it made concrete. So. He pulls back just slightly for the start, still close enough to warm her skin with his breath, letting his hands continue their general perusal of the surface of her, but gradually leaning back a little bit more to look at her. Not in the face, because you don't look people in the eyes when you're saying certain important things, but down, following the path of his hands. ]
Safe. You make me feel safe. Reliably. And stronger. More for having something special to protect, but - more than that because you don't even need it. It's voluntary, not an obligation but more like a... Privilege. And because there's safety at the end, there's - Shit. I don't know, there's more to it for some reason. It sounds dumb. But. [ Okay right and now that that's all done it's time to go back to using his mouth for things that are way less embarrassing, leaning back towards her to continue what he was doing before. ]