[ It takes a minute, but he wills himself to relax his stance, letting go of that wrist so that both of his arms shift to hang by his sides instead, and here he just stands in front of her, letting her peruse him. If this was any other situation he might already be joining her on the bed, maybe guiding her up against him for another kiss before lowering her down against the mattress and mouthing his way down her body — but he's here to please her, and right now that means doing whatever she tells him to. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it instinctively, but then his eyes find hers rather than studying her naked curves and he says it again, a soft and sincere murmur, thanking her for the gift of it too. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd have a sense of what looks good on me.
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Thank you.
[ He says it instinctively, but then his eyes find hers rather than studying her naked curves and he says it again, a soft and sincere murmur, thanking her for the gift of it too. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd have a sense of what looks good on me.