Skellig huffs a protest - but it's mild at best - and slides his hands up to cup her breasts in his palms, whining under his breath at the prospect of sleeping in this moment.
"But you feel so very nice," he mutters playfully, pressing a kiss to her jawline. "Know I should, but don't want to move, 'cept to touch you."
(For as much as he's protesting, he won't argue the subject, especially if she pulls him along to bed with her.)
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Date: 2025-01-06 02:09 am (UTC)"But you feel so very nice," he mutters playfully, pressing a kiss to her jawline. "Know I should, but don't want to move, 'cept to touch you."
(For as much as he's protesting, he won't argue the subject, especially if she pulls him along to bed with her.)