[Perfect. He can feel a shiver running his spine at those simple words, taking a moment to control his breathing to not give himself away. Even if he knows damn well that his body is giving him away more than he could possibly ever know.]
Mm, I can't say that I have anything planned. [He certainly knew better than to plan anything around these little things, after all. Given his temptation into taking far too long with literally everything under the sun.
Not that he really needed the explicit push, but he won't complain about his hand in his hair, a soft bitten back whine the only mention he's making towards it. Not the time for that, not now. Not while he's decided that he wants to leave as many marks as he possibly can at this juncture.
Luckily he doesn't stay for too long, continuing his trail slowly down and continuing his methodical bites along the way and his hand moving to casually take his other nipple between pointer and thumb to roll slowly between them. For but a moment he pauses at about hip level to move the hand digging nails into his hip proper to move to trace fingertips along his cock with a soft bit of a hum.]
I do wonder... [He trails off for the longest moment before raising up and stretching somewhat to bite at his collarbone once before moving back down and sliding down from straddling his waist to be almost face level with his hips. Of course he's sure he doesn't need to actually finish his sentence, gaze still focused on his face while his hands continue their slow work.]
[Humble as ever, though he knows damn well that his mind works on improvising more than anything else. Always had to. He's quite keen for that bit of contact, unconsciously pressing into each touch with a soft, pleased sigh.]
Can you keep your hips still or will you lose your ability to do so? [The implications being plain enough given he's shifting to press a kiss just a bit above his groin as fingers continue to trace along his length.]
I'm more than just talented with my fingers, after all.
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Mm, I can't say that I have anything planned. [He certainly knew better than to plan anything around these little things, after all. Given his temptation into taking far too long with literally everything under the sun.
Not that he really needed the explicit push, but he won't complain about his hand in his hair, a soft bitten back whine the only mention he's making towards it. Not the time for that, not now. Not while he's decided that he wants to leave as many marks as he possibly can at this juncture.
Luckily he doesn't stay for too long, continuing his trail slowly down and continuing his methodical bites along the way and his hand moving to casually take his other nipple between pointer and thumb to roll slowly between them. For but a moment he pauses at about hip level to move the hand digging nails into his hip proper to move to trace fingertips along his cock with a soft bit of a hum.]
I do wonder... [He trails off for the longest moment before raising up and stretching somewhat to bite at his collarbone once before moving back down and sliding down from straddling his waist to be almost face level with his hips. Of course he's sure he doesn't need to actually finish his sentence, gaze still focused on his face while his hands continue their slow work.]
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You are a talented improviser, aren't you?
[He may not need to finish his sentence, but the pedantic is borderline erotic for a man like Hythlodaeus]
Tell me what you wonder.
[His hand traces down his back and around to his front, stroking his clavicle with his thumb.]
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[Humble as ever, though he knows damn well that his mind works on improvising more than anything else. Always had to. He's quite keen for that bit of contact, unconsciously pressing into each touch with a soft, pleased sigh.]
Can you keep your hips still or will you lose your ability to do so? [The implications being plain enough given he's shifting to press a kiss just a bit above his groin as fingers continue to trace along his length.]
I'm more than just talented with my fingers, after all.
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[His hand moves with him, coming to rest in his hair again before working up to gentle tugs, only to express his excitement.]
You are experienced with many instruments then?