[No? Very well. It was only an offering, and even without the light and ease the herbs have given him, he's not opposed to being told no in bed. He welcomes her closer, shifting her hair to one shoulder to keep out of her face. He takes a deep inhale as her hands begin to move across him, unhindered by clothing.
Ah. The benefit of being nearly nude in his costume already.]
Mmm. As you wish.
[Her palms press over the curls of pastel paint, but it doesn't smudge or crack -- more like tattoos, as he understands them, than paint at all. Unable to help himself, wanting so badly to touch her as well, he moves back to her hair (look, he's a hair man) but even higher still, to her horns. Like Himeka's scale, they hold a sort of pearlescent quality. Colors move across them, shifting in the flickering lights, which are influenced by his love of sex in candlelight.
She is wonderfully beautiful. It's hard to imagine she really has only been had by one man. The awe crosses his face, his eyes wide and fascinated, following the shape of them. Of course he has his own, but these are... they feel different to him.]
And? Are you enjoying me so far? [He shifts underneath her, allowing her to feel exactly how much he's enjoying her.] Not that I'm fishing for compliments.
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Ah. The benefit of being nearly nude in his costume already.]
Mmm. As you wish.
[Her palms press over the curls of pastel paint, but it doesn't smudge or crack -- more like tattoos, as he understands them, than paint at all. Unable to help himself, wanting so badly to touch her as well, he moves back to her hair (look, he's a hair man) but even higher still, to her horns. Like Himeka's scale, they hold a sort of pearlescent quality. Colors move across them, shifting in the flickering lights, which are influenced by his love of sex in candlelight.
She is wonderfully beautiful. It's hard to imagine she really has only been had by one man. The awe crosses his face, his eyes wide and fascinated, following the shape of them. Of course he has his own, but these are... they feel different to him.]
And? Are you enjoying me so far? [He shifts underneath her, allowing her to feel exactly how much he's enjoying her.] Not that I'm fishing for compliments.
[All right. Maybe a bit.]