Well, so long as he hadn't been fibbing. (And even if he had, really, she would have kissed his leg where he'd indicated on her anyway. If someone's to be so bold to request a kiss, she'll usually oblige when they've otherwise been sweet.) She finds the bite and kneads the heel of her hand around the scarring, sparing a few more kisses to those talon marks by his stomach, watching his face light up when he realizes she's knelt down to stay.
With the chance to look up along his body, he makes for even more of a sight— muscle and tan skin and pale scars interrupting dark hair, bright gold eyes fixed on her. Certainly a softness to his expression that betrays how much he'd missed simple kindness shown to him even if the swell of his cock hadn't said as much with it. Their earlier kisses had stoked him, but people usually weren't left straining from just that. It must have been nice. And with calling himself a mutant— how long had it been?
When she draws back with her question, that hand at his thigh skims up to tease along the shape of him, about to go for the laces as well. Instead she'll reach a bit further up to curl her fingertips over the waist, ready to help bare him to her as he sees to the laces far more deftly, his voice a rumble lightened by his awe.
"Mmm, good. Both that you're feeling better and that you aren't going to curb my enthusiasm." Her nose was already crinkling with her little grin, about to follow up with something else, something about the thanks owed— but she draws his trousers down just enough in tandem with him easing his cock out, and the glitter accent on the lace of her thong is hanging quite proudly from him.
Her giggling is immediate and she bumps her head to his other leg, hiding her face so he doesn't think she's laughing at him, reaching up to cover his hand about his cock to give him an appreciative little squeeze. Let her get it out of her system and gently pluck the material from him, even if she proceeds to wrap it about the base and pushes down a little further, up under his balls. She'll even tie a pretty little bow with an eager tease of her tongue between her lips. Hands off, sir. This is hers now. The softness of her palm skims up the underside of him, weight hefty atop her hand, already looking mischievous.
"I think they've found a better home, so I may just have to relinquish my lost items." And with that, she'll press the first kiss against his shaft, open-mouthed little things slowly trailing from base to tip with the velvet of her tongue to tease in the occasional linger, sucking gently at delicate skin.
( it was delightful, thank you for finishing it with me!! I'm more than happy you'll be able to turn it in for Good Shit now. 😤✨ )
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With the chance to look up along his body, he makes for even more of a sight— muscle and tan skin and pale scars interrupting dark hair, bright gold eyes fixed on her. Certainly a softness to his expression that betrays how much he'd missed simple kindness shown to him even if the swell of his cock hadn't said as much with it. Their earlier kisses had stoked him, but people usually weren't left straining from just that. It must have been nice. And with calling himself a mutant— how long had it been?
When she draws back with her question, that hand at his thigh skims up to tease along the shape of him, about to go for the laces as well. Instead she'll reach a bit further up to curl her fingertips over the waist, ready to help bare him to her as he sees to the laces far more deftly, his voice a rumble lightened by his awe.
"Mmm, good. Both that you're feeling better and that you aren't going to curb my enthusiasm." Her nose was already crinkling with her little grin, about to follow up with something else, something about the thanks owed— but she draws his trousers down just enough in tandem with him easing his cock out, and the glitter accent on the lace of her thong is hanging quite proudly from him.
Her giggling is immediate and she bumps her head to his other leg, hiding her face so he doesn't think she's laughing at him, reaching up to cover his hand about his cock to give him an appreciative little squeeze. Let her get it out of her system and gently pluck the material from him, even if she proceeds to wrap it about the base and pushes down a little further, up under his balls. She'll even tie a pretty little bow with an eager tease of her tongue between her lips. Hands off, sir. This is hers now. The softness of her palm skims up the underside of him, weight hefty atop her hand, already looking mischievous.
"I think they've found a better home, so I may just have to relinquish my lost items." And with that, she'll press the first kiss against his shaft, open-mouthed little things slowly trailing from base to tip with the velvet of her tongue to tease in the occasional linger, sucking gently at delicate skin.
( it was delightful, thank you for finishing it with me!! I'm more than happy you'll be able to turn it in for Good Shit now. 😤✨ )