FOX
Her words reach him from somewhere far away, but when they finally filter through, Fox feels a soft laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Oh, any time at all," he breathes, his fingers softly strumming along the length of her back as she settles atop him. It's this even more than the sex that he's not felt in a long, long time - the carefree press of another body against his own, their shared warmth, the gentle touches and affection.
Happy to lay sprawled against the side of the bed for as long as Kiada likes, Fox finds his fingers stroking out gentle patterns that follow the flow and spiral of the burns on her skin. "What are all of these from?" he wonders softly, pleasure making him bold before he catches himself. "Oh, shit-- you don't have to answer that, obviously."
Happy to lay sprawled against the side of the bed for as long as Kiada likes, Fox finds his fingers stroking out gentle patterns that follow the flow and spiral of the burns on her skin. "What are all of these from?" he wonders softly, pleasure making him bold before he catches himself. "Oh, shit-- you don't have to answer that, obviously."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
