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“Hush, I know what I asked. Wanted to see how you’d answer,” He’s kissing the back of the seraph’s neck, nose nuzzling against the blonde locks of hair with a hum. His hands slide down her chest, across her stomach and back up again, pushing her sweater and shirt up along with the movements. If she thought he forgot about the chest flattening article she wore, she’s damn wrong. His fingers are used to pull the zipper of it, loosening it to be able to slide his hands between the binder as well as her breasts.
“Still don’t understand why you wear this thing,” He mumbles, letting his fingers squeeze gently against the squishy flesh. “They’re beautiful like you, y’know. So is this mess,” He’s giving a soft laugh as the tip of his tail smacks against her again before drawing up against her folds. The appendage keeps rubbing against her gently, just like his hands keep rubbing at her chest.
“Did you miss me this much?”
