[ One hand moves to rest on Sholmes' shoulder, the other brushing through his hair, encouraging him for more. It feels strange, but not bad. Different than anything he's done before.
He bites down on his lower lip as he watches him. His expression is that of adoring and deep fondness. Completely at his mercy. ]
[He presses the finger deep, letting the other adjust to it. The touches spur him on - he murmurs against the man's abdomen, avoiding the scars of the trident from weeks before as he kisses in a line over his bellybutton.]
Hm. [A nod, a heated look.] Are you comfortable...?
[ His voice is distracted, but it's not so much of a bad thing. His finger tightens a bit into Sholmes' hair before easing up on his grip and petting him gently instead. Encouraging him for more. ]
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He bites down on his lower lip as he watches him. His expression is that of adoring and deep fondness. Completely at his mercy. ]
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Hm. [A nod, a heated look.] Are you comfortable...?
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[ His voice is distracted, but it's not so much of a bad thing. His finger tightens a bit into Sholmes' hair before easing up on his grip and petting him gently instead. Encouraging him for more. ]