[That tongue brushing over his nipple sends a spike of heat straight to his stomach, turning his knees to Jello. Where is the bed again...? He's starting to want to sit down on it.
One hand slips down just slightly to rub the skin at the base of the horn, tracing a finger over the markings there and scratching just the tiniest bit.]
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[That tongue brushing over his nipple sends a spike of heat straight to his stomach, turning his knees to Jello. Where is the bed again...? He's starting to want to sit down on it.
One hand slips down just slightly to rub the skin at the base of the horn, tracing a finger over the markings there and scratching just the tiniest bit.]