Anaxagorgeous and his hands.. on us.. all over as much as i like his hands, he prolly likes the sight of his hands over us pshhht.
The scholar's long, deft fingers trailing down your face to your neck, tickling your skin. You shiver in delight, wondering where his touch will graze next. The contrast between the cold metal of his rings against your warm skin is especially nice. Anaxa smirks while his fingers cascade down your shoulder. "Such a sensitive thing, aren't you?" he teases, bringing his other hand to grasp at your waist.
"Mm." you reply, fluttering your eyes closed as he decides where to further touch. The scholar decides to bring the hand on your shoulder up to your plump lips. Lightly, he taps your bottom lip, enjoying the softness.
"Mind opening for me?" he asks, nearly breathless with anticipation.
With no hesitation, you obey, opening enough for him to slide those slender fingers inside. Smoothly, he moves his talented digits in and out of your hot mouth. With each movement, he tests how far he can go, what will prompt your gag reflex. Ever the scientist, he'll experiment whatever intrigues him, even if it's a filthy question.
All the while, his free hand lowers until it finds your belt. Making haste, he unbuckles the accessory and throws it to the side. "We're going to have some fun, aren't we?" he purrs as he pulls down your pants, never breaking eye contact with your doe eyes.
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