[ He continues, then, sliding a second finger in to join the first. Building still more pressure with his gentle strokes, reaching deep to find just the right angle to please her. He otherwise keeps himself still for the moment, despite how much his own needs are starting to press in on him. A bit more. Hold on there, he'll find his own release in a moment ... ]
A beautiful word. [ He lifts his chin so that he can look up at her, his gray eyes bright and warm. Lover. Yes, he likes the sound of that. Because this is what they are doing now, even if it isn't permanent. His blood still sings with more than just the sheer physicality of them. Lover. ] May I use it too?
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A beautiful word. [ He lifts his chin so that he can look up at her, his gray eyes bright and warm. Lover. Yes, he likes the sound of that. Because this is what they are doing now, even if it isn't permanent. His blood still sings with more than just the sheer physicality of them. Lover. ] May I use it too?