[He shifts his weight, his hand lifted to hover at her back, torn between wanting to touch but not wanting to interrupt her concentration, to see whatever she's doing with the paint. Somehow he manages to hold off, lifting his chin to give her space to draw. He can feel the paint on his skin, sticky and cool, half-drying after sitting on her finger to the exposed air. It's a curious sensation, not one he'd considered might be enjoyable, but her wandering fingers make all the difference.
He makes a faint noise as she presses more firmly against him, her mouth rough on him as it explores his skin beneath and around the mark she'd left, as if he were the ground she's digging into for treasure. True to her word it doesn't hurt, but it's a new twist to a familiar gesture that has him more invested in her than the mural, now. And that pressure is what at last gets him to give in and trace his chalky fingers up her back.]
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[He shifts his weight, his hand lifted to hover at her back, torn between wanting to touch but not wanting to interrupt her concentration, to see whatever she's doing with the paint. Somehow he manages to hold off, lifting his chin to give her space to draw. He can feel the paint on his skin, sticky and cool, half-drying after sitting on her finger to the exposed air. It's a curious sensation, not one he'd considered might be enjoyable, but her wandering fingers make all the difference.
He makes a faint noise as she presses more firmly against him, her mouth rough on him as it explores his skin beneath and around the mark she'd left, as if he were the ground she's digging into for treasure. True to her word it doesn't hurt, but it's a new twist to a familiar gesture that has him more invested in her than the mural, now. And that pressure is what at last gets him to give in and trace his chalky fingers up her back.]