"Different skills are involved but- mmmm." He tilts his head into Taas' hand, shivering openly, easily. He's never been quite so honest with his reactions as he has been around Taas, not without being fucked outside of his mind already. But here? It is safe to do so. Before he loses the hand entirely he turns to press a kiss to his palm. Rough and calloused and so very warm as it slides down along ribs that have long since been healed, the stitches and scars inked over again- leaving him perfect.
Not a scratch or bruise save those Taas might give him.
He has to lean away to pour more oil into his palm, warmed and slick against his skin, softening the scars along Taas' chest as he works it into his pectorals, lingering a bit around his nipples to satisfy his own fascination with the way the skin there is dusky and softer, somehow, than the rest. "But I think I enjoy this just as much as when you reshape me."
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Date: 2016-01-31 01:44 am (UTC)Not a scratch or bruise save those Taas might give him.
He has to lean away to pour more oil into his palm, warmed and slick against his skin, softening the scars along Taas' chest as he works it into his pectorals, lingering a bit around his nipples to satisfy his own fascination with the way the skin there is dusky and softer, somehow, than the rest. "But I think I enjoy this just as much as when you reshape me."