— ah... [ Huffed, the skin of his nipple hardening and pinking beneath the cold touch. His body curls a little. ] Cryo. Ice?
[ Some sort of magic. Later, he thinks, he'd like to better trace the shape of what it feels like, importance suffused into its make. Right now though, he's not trying to think past much else but those chilled pinpoints of touch laying intimately into his hot skin. He feels the opposing sensations zip up his spine and shake out his nerves. ]
It's yours. [ Surely he must know by now. ] Of course I like it.
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[ Some sort of magic. Later, he thinks, he'd like to better trace the shape of what it feels like, importance suffused into its make. Right now though, he's not trying to think past much else but those chilled pinpoints of touch laying intimately into his hot skin. He feels the opposing sensations zip up his spine and shake out his nerves. ]
It's yours. [ Surely he must know by now. ] Of course I like it.