[ Of course Siffrin knows the tilt of his head, curious to know what's going on in their own, exhaling harshly at the fingers digging into their hips. Warm and clingy, little gasps caused by and for them alone. Still--
(You have a feeling that you two might have different ideas in mind.)
So Siffrin can't help but tease, walking their fingers up to his collarbone and across it like a bridge. ]
... And what do you think I'm not the sort for exactly, my Raha?
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(You have a feeling that you two might have different ideas in mind.)
So Siffrin can't help but tease, walking their fingers up to his collarbone and across it like a bridge. ]
... And what do you think I'm not the sort for exactly, my Raha?