[ G'raha is eager to give, to allow Siffrin's fingers to follow whatever path they'd like, along his cheek to his jaw to his neck and to his shoulder. He'd allow down his chest and stomach, too, if Siffrin wants. His body is theirs to do with as they please, and it has been ever since he asked Siffrin not to show restraint when it came to the warmth between them. Whether it's laying against one another and soaking in each other's presence or gliding hands along arms and shoulders, he's content with it all.
He's greedy, too, but avarice is something G'raha can put a lid on if needed. Siffrin, however, is alright with that lid being twisted off, so he'll allow his fingers to sneak under their shirt, palm settling warm on their bare skin.
Much like their skin, their tongue is warm, warm and alive, and the sweetness of their taste is enough to make his head spin, like he'll fall out of this tree any moment. Fingers squeezing Siffrin's hand tight, he tugs them forward so that they're pressed flush against each other. He laughs, too, because he can't help it.
Thoughts of brown hair and tall stature don't even enter through the back of his mind, his focus solely on the one whose weight he feels on his lap so keenly. ]
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He's greedy, too, but avarice is something G'raha can put a lid on if needed. Siffrin, however, is alright with that lid being twisted off, so he'll allow his fingers to sneak under their shirt, palm settling warm on their bare skin.
Much like their skin, their tongue is warm, warm and alive, and the sweetness of their taste is enough to make his head spin, like he'll fall out of this tree any moment. Fingers squeezing Siffrin's hand tight, he tugs them forward so that they're pressed flush against each other. He laughs, too, because he can't help it.
Thoughts of brown hair and tall stature don't even enter through the back of his mind, his focus solely on the one whose weight he feels on his lap so keenly. ]
I never thought I could miss this.