"I'm just adaptable," he breathed, stubborn. "I can handle anything. I'm only trying to be considerate of what my client wants."
Tzilan's explorations exposed his stomach to the air, and a slight chill ran through him. He felt far too warm, and he could only attribute it to the contrast of the heatless hands on his body. He certainly wasn't that worked up yet, after all.
Letting his other hand join the first, he tried for boldness. Slid both hands up Tzilan's back, pushing his shirt up as he went, curiously running his palms over the ridge of spine and jut of shoulder blades.
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Tzilan's explorations exposed his stomach to the air, and a slight chill ran through him. He felt far too warm, and he could only attribute it to the contrast of the heatless hands on his body. He certainly wasn't that worked up yet, after all.
Letting his other hand join the first, he tried for boldness. Slid both hands up Tzilan's back, pushing his shirt up as he went, curiously running his palms over the ridge of spine and jut of shoulder blades.
"You're cold," he murmurered, frowning.