[He also wouldn't want her to bruise her knuckles on his face. He likes his face to be knuckle free, actually. He can definitely agree with this.]
Does it seem that way? I'm quite delicate. [He isn't at all. Both of them can tell with the way his body is littered with scars and an obvious body fit for a fighter. But it does show the man can make jokes about himself. An easy attitude after the initial surprise of having his feet pulled out under him.
He shivers under her touch. The gentle bite on his lips.] I can't complain, you're right.
[He definitely can't complain, a pleased groan as he feels pressure against his crotch, hands gripping at her thighs as if trying to ground his senses and not get too enraptured by the sensations.] I thought we were just flirting. [Well, he guesses this technically can fall under flirting, but damn if she doesn't know how to get a guy going.]
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Does it seem that way? I'm quite delicate. [He isn't at all. Both of them can tell with the way his body is littered with scars and an obvious body fit for a fighter. But it does show the man can make jokes about himself. An easy attitude after the initial surprise of having his feet pulled out under him.
He shivers under her touch. The gentle bite on his lips.] I can't complain, you're right.
[He definitely can't complain, a pleased groan as he feels pressure against his crotch, hands gripping at her thighs as if trying to ground his senses and not get too enraptured by the sensations.] I thought we were just flirting. [Well, he guesses this technically can fall under flirting, but damn if she doesn't know how to get a guy going.]