[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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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. ]