[Despite how he feels, he's relatively unmarked, not even with the scars of the claws on his neck. And once the t-shirt is off, he reaches for her again, desperate for bare skin against his mouth.
He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]
Re: late sunday
He slides one hand low, brushing his thumb between her thighs as he pushes down the sides of his pants, thanking his luck at not wearing his normal jeans.]