[ far from quiet, but it's not as if he minds it — the pleased little rumble, one out of the many other sounds she's made. he latches onto her tongue, familiarizing himself with her taste once more as the hand on her knee tugs her closer until she's flush against him. this close, there's nothing to hide his body's reaction to her, but he doesn't think she'll wind up complaining about that.
for all his aversion to proximity, he sure has no qualms about being in her space. ]
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for all his aversion to proximity, he sure has no qualms about being in her space. ]