#fluffyspice

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Suffer. 😏

[NO MINORS]

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Touch starved

[No minors or ageless please]

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… Not while he’s mixing potions. 😵‍💫

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We have ways of making you talk~!

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Then perish~ 💙

[minors DNI, this is kink art!]

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Still sick, slightly loopy on cough medicine, and I'm supposed to be sleeping but oughhuohg I need to talk about casual grabby time with Avery (kinda nsfw)

The thing I need you to understand is... the kind of sex I like is more about just being naked with someone, grabbing, tickling, and generally snuggling your bodies intimately against each other, and is less about what people usually mean when they say sex. Like... maybe there is genitalia, arousal, and orgasming involved sometimes, but the point is everything else. And even when the "sexier" things are involved, it's an oral or manual situation, rather than a genitals-touching-each-other situation. Am I making sense. The sex I'm talking about is more like advanced cuddling. There is nothing wrong with the more traditional thing, it's not wrong/icky to me, it's just not what I envision. Okay? Okay. Bring this understanding with you to the next paragraph.

The way I just want to put my hands on Avery. I want to grab at his belly and his sides, feel up his chest, stroke down his outstretched arms and caress his armpits. I want to nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale his scent. I want to watch how his teeth catch the light as he gasps from my thumbs rubbing his nipples, I want to feel them get hot and see them glow. I want to kiss down the swell of his belly to his pretty navel and nestle my cheek against his swirl. I want to nuzzle into the creases where his thighs meet his groin and pepper those lines with kisses, an act as needy as it is unhurried. I want to squeeze the insides of his large thighs as I massage down his legs, I want to flutter my fingers behind his knees and make him gasp and giggle in surprise. I want to spend an hour rubbing every ounce of stress out of his feet, kissing each toe, massaging with my thumbs, caressing their silky tops. I want to drag my fingertips up his arches, hardly tickling, but making him laugh anyway. And then I want to crawl back up his body and lay on top of him, feeling nothing but his skin against mine as I kiss and kiss and kiss his lips and feel his big, cool hands take up space on my back, wandering my body like pacing while talking on the phone, it just feels right, it's automatic. It's a flow state, getting lost in a person you've wandered hundreds of times, like watching a movie where you know every line, reading a book you'd know just by the scent and weight of its pages. But every time, without fail, I find something new to love.

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Poor sweet thing~ It’s hard getting exactly what you want, isn’t it~?

Original sketch and plain ‘ol lineart under the cut, ‘cause I know some of you like to see my process. 💙