[ beneath his shirt she'll find his body lean but strong, athletic and sleep, a swimmer's build. his scars are hidden by cloudhymn, but several patches of teal scales shine against his skin, opalescent in the low light, and soft beneath her fingertips, leathery like the smooth skin of a snake.
his skin jumps beneath the passage of her palms, and dan heng hums softly, arching, eager to feel more.
when she gives her gentle command, however, he glances up toward her, puzzled but obedient as he nods. he aches to touch her, but this is about letting go, about allowing her to guide him, so dan heng relents without further question. he lowers his hands, keeping his arms at his sides as she has asked, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in anticipation. ]
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his skin jumps beneath the passage of her palms, and dan heng hums softly, arching, eager to feel more.
when she gives her gentle command, however, he glances up toward her, puzzled but obedient as he nods. he aches to touch her, but this is about letting go, about allowing her to guide him, so dan heng relents without further question. he lowers his hands, keeping his arms at his sides as she has asked, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth in anticipation. ]
Yes.. I can do that.