I— [ There were thoughts he had, words he wanted to say, but they're brushed away like the fingertips across his chest, and then lost entirely in the sweet words bundled with the kiss. His breath hitches as he colors; he hadn't known being touched like this, particularly across his gems, would make him feel this way.
A breath out to focus and another kiss dropped to accent the blush he created, Roka picks up where he left off. He considers himself fortunate that all that's left are a few more buttons, even if he should have removed the suit jacket first before starting on the shirt underneath. Maybe it's better though, since it means he can, however clumsily, help ease him out of both at once. ]
I want to make you feel like you make me feel. [ Which is to say, he might need another moment to find the right words, but he's just as taken with the sight before him. Already he's reaching out to trail his fingers in a mirror of the scars. ]
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A breath out to focus and another kiss dropped to accent the blush he created, Roka picks up where he left off. He considers himself fortunate that all that's left are a few more buttons, even if he should have removed the suit jacket first before starting on the shirt underneath. Maybe it's better though, since it means he can, however clumsily, help ease him out of both at once. ]
I want to make you feel like you make me feel. [ Which is to say, he might need another moment to find the right words, but he's just as taken with the sight before him. Already he's reaching out to trail his fingers in a mirror of the scars. ]