[He's a little thankful she's not asking more about that...so he simply nods and places his head back down on her chest, practically draping over her from the chest down.]
[He's still unsure of what to do with his hands, so he finds himself gripping the bedding he's laid down on either side of her as she continues to trace the sensitive, oddly smooth skin of his scar.]
[He wonders how this was supposed to help him relax though. Not that it didn't feel good; the way he was shuddering and the soft sounds he was making into her chest were testaments to that. But considering where he was resting his head and the pleasurable feeling of her fingertips, he was feeling more wound up than relaxed.]
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[He's still unsure of what to do with his hands, so he finds himself gripping the bedding he's laid down on either side of her as she continues to trace the sensitive, oddly smooth skin of his scar.]
[He wonders how this was supposed to help him relax though. Not that it didn't feel good; the way he was shuddering and the soft sounds he was making into her chest were testaments to that. But considering where he was resting his head and the pleasurable feeling of her fingertips, he was feeling more wound up than relaxed.]