[ He lets his thumb slip between her lips, watching with lowered eyes until she slides out of his grasp. She seems taken with the notion—and he's more than willing to indulge.
He releases her, fingers lingering. Colour, hm? He gives it some thought, though not too long. There's one colour that often makes him think of her, for reasons he does not dwell deeply on. It just suits. ] Red.
[ When she's out of sight, he settles on her bed to wait—sinking into a mattress so soft it surprises him even now, plush pillows all around. He kicks off his boots in the meantime, undoes most of the buttons on his shirt. ]
nsfw.
He releases her, fingers lingering. Colour, hm? He gives it some thought, though not too long. There's one colour that often makes him think of her, for reasons he does not dwell deeply on. It just suits. ] Red.
[ When she's out of sight, he settles on her bed to wait—sinking into a mattress so soft it surprises him even now, plush pillows all around. He kicks off his boots in the meantime, undoes most of the buttons on his shirt. ]