[ He eases up off the edge and turns around, the brush of his body leaving nothing to the imagination. Fjord isn't shy about running a hand up a shoulder and neck, sinking his fingers into damp curls, or palming his way down an ink-free chest. ]
Would you consider leaving this bare? [ Sword-calloused fingers brush from pec to pec, pawing down the central cavity. It's hard not to sound like an ass when requesting how someone treats their own body and he looks like he knows it, chagrined as he says what's on his mind. ] I ... like seeing this part of you.
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[ He eases up off the edge and turns around, the brush of his body leaving nothing to the imagination. Fjord isn't shy about running a hand up a shoulder and neck, sinking his fingers into damp curls, or palming his way down an ink-free chest. ]
Would you consider leaving this bare? [ Sword-calloused fingers brush from pec to pec, pawing down the central cavity. It's hard not to sound like an ass when requesting how someone treats their own body and he looks like he knows it, chagrined as he says what's on his mind. ] I ... like seeing this part of you.