[ Matt pulls back far enough to grin up at him, near a beam. In the face of Liem's shifting expressions--first as pleased and startled as if he's just won a fabulous prize, then almost secretive--he can't help the crooked curl tugging at his own lips. His head falls back (gently) to the rooftop, lashes lidding in satisfaction. ]
On my thigh, [ he murmurs, a tease, and gives another push of his hips for emphasis. He grins at Liem quickly. ] But ... here.
[ Matt's shard is embedded into the left side of his neck. He lets his head turn to the other side, cheek brushing the rooftop, and arches his neck to bare the right side of his throat. Matt trails the tip of one finger down the line of muscle there, ending at the join of neck and shoulder, then lets his fingernail graze back up. ]
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On my thigh, [ he murmurs, a tease, and gives another push of his hips for emphasis. He grins at Liem quickly. ] But ... here.
[ Matt's shard is embedded into the left side of his neck. He lets his head turn to the other side, cheek brushing the rooftop, and arches his neck to bare the right side of his throat. Matt trails the tip of one finger down the line of muscle there, ending at the join of neck and shoulder, then lets his fingernail graze back up. ]
This is good too.