[ A quick pulse that quickens further, especially as G'raha's lips continue their venture up. Siffrin regrets, a little, giving him the opportunity -- if only because it feels so good, and at the same time it makes them want to peel their skin off just to dig into the new itch that surfaces. They let him anyway, breath shortening just a bit with shaky exhales.
It's a good reaction, really. Paired with an unwavering gaze, their newly freed hand smoothing down his front to slip beneath the vacation shirt, eager to be reunited with the muscles there. ]
You've, um. Got a collection of those now.
[ Sides that belong just to him. There's still others who... have knowledge, that Siffrin won't ever share-- but that's because he swore that it would belong to one person and one person alone, and he's ever a fellow of his word. ]
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It's a good reaction, really. Paired with an unwavering gaze, their newly freed hand smoothing down his front to slip beneath the vacation shirt, eager to be reunited with the muscles there. ]
You've, um. Got a collection of those now.
[ Sides that belong just to him. There's still others who... have knowledge, that Siffrin won't ever share-- but that's because he swore that it would belong to one person and one person alone, and he's ever a fellow of his word. ]
Do you... have a favorite? Side of me.