[He's liked it since the beginning. The warmth in it, the teasing, and now, the way she has it on her tongue makes him marvel in it for a moment. He will burn that into himself, a more pleasant version of a scar to hold onto himself in the cold and darkness.]
[It almost sounds like she can't believe this is happening. Neither can he. He would've never predicted it from the beginning. But this is here, this is now, her hands are over his skin, nails tracing against his body, and there's a reckless vision of her flaying him open, seeing every broken piece of him to marvel for her own.]
[He sighs into her skin, raising his head to catch her face before he dips down to kiss onto the soft patch of skin over her bellybutton.]
Miss Malkuth.
[His ears are feeling like they're heating up, making the cool metal of his earring almost like ice against his neck. Now, it's his time to implore, to ask. He wants to be sure.]
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[He's liked it since the beginning. The warmth in it, the teasing, and now, the way she has it on her tongue makes him marvel in it for a moment. He will burn that into himself, a more pleasant version of a scar to hold onto himself in the cold and darkness.]
[It almost sounds like she can't believe this is happening. Neither can he. He would've never predicted it from the beginning. But this is here, this is now, her hands are over his skin, nails tracing against his body, and there's a reckless vision of her flaying him open, seeing every broken piece of him to marvel for her own.]
[He sighs into her skin, raising his head to catch her face before he dips down to kiss onto the soft patch of skin over her bellybutton.]
Miss Malkuth.
[His ears are feeling like they're heating up, making the cool metal of his earring almost like ice against his neck. Now, it's his time to implore, to ask. He wants to be sure.]
...Further?