[He was a very different guy once upon a time. He's not sure if that guy will ever come back, honestly, but he's working on something in between that guy who was, and the guy he's supposed to be now, and hopefully there'll be a workable medium between 'socially awkward' and 'garishly outgoing'.
The bed is almost a little too soft for someone who spends most of his nights on the floor, and a half-gasp lodges itself in his throat when they eventually wind up lying side by side. He feels a little more secure on all fours, which he returns to with a small laugh, nibbling and nipping a path from the side of her neck down to her collarbone, her chest. He almost melts with her hand in his hair, a terrible side effect from not being touched in... longer than he cares to admit. The sensation feels almost foreign.]
Sarah... [God she's... doing something to him. Hands on her hips, forehead on her shoulder, his voice a low rumble against her warm skin, he balances himself on his knees as he tries to take more of her clothes off, though he might need a bit of her help there.]
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Date: 2021-10-05 07:44 am (UTC)The bed is almost a little too soft for someone who spends most of his nights on the floor, and a half-gasp lodges itself in his throat when they eventually wind up lying side by side. He feels a little more secure on all fours, which he returns to with a small laugh, nibbling and nipping a path from the side of her neck down to her collarbone, her chest. He almost melts with her hand in his hair, a terrible side effect from not being touched in... longer than he cares to admit. The sensation feels almost foreign.]
Sarah... [God she's... doing something to him. Hands on her hips, forehead on her shoulder, his voice a low rumble against her warm skin, he balances himself on his knees as he tries to take more of her clothes off, though he might need a bit of her help there.]