[He huffs a laugh against Ain's skin, his breath puffing hot along the side of his neck as he continues to wander his way downwards, the scruff of his whiskers no doubt tickling Ain's skin.]
I gotcha. You're in good hands, don't worry.
[Or, well. Hands that can fuck around until they find out, at the very least.
Hands that are wandering even further than his mouth, deliberately reaching down until he finds both of Ain's nipples blindly, a little tentatively pressing into each with his thumbs to see how Ain responds.]
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I gotcha. You're in good hands, don't worry.
[Or, well. Hands that can fuck around until they find out, at the very least.
Hands that are wandering even further than his mouth, deliberately reaching down until he finds both of Ain's nipples blindly, a little tentatively pressing into each with his thumbs to see how Ain responds.]