[ She's stroking a good spot, the one that makes him ripple like a big cat against her. It's tempting to let her keep going, or better yet to guide her palm; he can feel his cock twitch with a faint, drunken interest -- a sluggish thickening. But he simply takes her hand in his, lifting it up to his mouth to kiss the knuckles, then the warm little fingers. He still isn't yet used to letting her be the recipient of softness -- soft kisses, soft sex, soft talk -- but he kind of likes it, even if it's patterned on the way he was with other women (marks) when intimate. Doesn't matter, because the raw ache of tenderness, the honesty -- all that is something entirely new. It seems to come easier than expected, big mushball that he's secretly always dreaded he is. ]
[ After a beat, drawing her closer into the circle of his arms, he murmurs, ]
Get some sleep. Best not to overdo it in one night, right?
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Date: 2014-09-19 12:42 am (UTC)[ After a beat, drawing her closer into the circle of his arms, he murmurs, ]
Get some sleep. Best not to overdo it in one night, right?
[ A reminder for himself as much as her. ]