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[ Then up, and around his shoulders and front, then back down-- and she pauses again, to look at the manual.
It's slow going, and she stops frequently, taking a little too much care in keeping the ropes laid flat against his skin, in making sure it's just tight enough-- actually... ]
...How tight do you want it?
It's slow going, and she stops frequently, taking a little too much care in keeping the ropes laid flat against his skin, in making sure it's just tight enough-- actually... ]
...How tight do you want it?
[ it's a pretty simple shirt, tbh; he'd stripped out of his armor earlier, so it's just a high-necked collar thing that's in velvet brocades and all that. not super regal wear but it's lordly enough, and comfortable to move in.
when he sees how receptive Tsuyukusa is he slides his hands up higher, tracing the scars mapping over his chest with intimate wonder. he could help him with the shirt, but he has faith in Tsuyu's abilities and only kisses him in encouragement ]
when he sees how receptive Tsuyukusa is he slides his hands up higher, tracing the scars mapping over his chest with intimate wonder. he could help him with the shirt, but he has faith in Tsuyu's abilities and only kisses him in encouragement ]
[Tsuyu fiddles with the shirt one-handed for a few moments before surrendering and sliding his other hand down from Sigmund's hair to get the job done more effectively.
As for those scars, his skin is a criss-crossing mess of old, old scars cut through by layers of newer ones, of pretty much any type of scar you could think of, from burns to massive monstrous bites to blade scars. He smiles into the kiss, pleased with the contact.]
As for those scars, his skin is a criss-crossing mess of old, old scars cut through by layers of newer ones, of pretty much any type of scar you could think of, from burns to massive monstrous bites to blade scars. He smiles into the kiss, pleased with the contact.]
[ ... Tsuyukusa...
the further and the worse he goes, the more his breath catches in his throat. he ends up pulling away and pushing Tsuyu's shirt up to look at the scars on his chest quietly, and ends up tracing his thumb over the edges of each and every one of them, like he could hear their story through touch alone.
when he's done with that, he leans in to follow the same path with his lips, and it's an infinitely soft gesture that it's barely stronger than a breath. ]
the further and the worse he goes, the more his breath catches in his throat. he ends up pulling away and pushing Tsuyu's shirt up to look at the scars on his chest quietly, and ends up tracing his thumb over the edges of each and every one of them, like he could hear their story through touch alone.
when he's done with that, he leans in to follow the same path with his lips, and it's an infinitely soft gesture that it's barely stronger than a breath. ]
[his whole body's like that, really. not just his chest. but while it's easy enough to ignore his scarred hands, it's pretty different with the ones on his torso.
he gets that, he does, but it's still strange to have that much attention paid to them, and he halts his progress on Sigmund's shirt to settle his hands on his shoulders and watch him, a little stricken, breath catching.]
he gets that, he does, but it's still strange to have that much attention paid to them, and he halts his progress on Sigmund's shirt to settle his hands on his shoulders and watch him, a little stricken, breath catching.]
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