[The kiss is appreciated, yes--he isn't the type to need distraction, but it helps ease his body out of an instinctive urge to shift into survival mode. His other hand moves back to rest on her leg, with the tiniest scrape of nails.
He's a little more prepared, this time; he makes sure to steady his breathing, though he still jerks a little as the wax falls on him, fingers flexing on her leg as she proceeds. What he's really not anticipating is the slow accumulation of sensation--he's generally in control of his own body, but his breathing grows a little shallower as she moves onward. His skin isn't as sensitive as many others', but he's still not used to such a concentrated assault, and certainly not under pleasurable circumstances. It's far out of his wheelhouse.
Wrath is going to lose their shit on Saturday, if they're present. God.]
[ Thank god Wrath won't be there but is probably losing their shit anyway.
A little scrape of nails isn't going to hurt her, but she appreciates the care. He's still tense, but less so, from the looks of it. But all the same, Primrose keeps the dripping wax consistent, despite varying the times she'll tilt the candle and how much wax she'll allow to pool. She also leans over to gently puff out a breath over the cooling wax. ]
How does it feel, Tartaglia? Much as I'd like to learn that answer from your body, you're rather subtle.
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He's a little more prepared, this time; he makes sure to steady his breathing, though he still jerks a little as the wax falls on him, fingers flexing on her leg as she proceeds. What he's really not anticipating is the slow accumulation of sensation--he's generally in control of his own body, but his breathing grows a little shallower as she moves onward. His skin isn't as sensitive as many others', but he's still not used to such a concentrated assault, and certainly not under pleasurable circumstances. It's far out of his wheelhouse.
Wrath is going to lose their shit on Saturday, if they're present. God.]
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A little scrape of nails isn't going to hurt her, but she appreciates the care. He's still tense, but less so, from the looks of it. But all the same, Primrose keeps the dripping wax consistent, despite varying the times she'll tilt the candle and how much wax she'll allow to pool. She also leans over to gently puff out a breath over the cooling wax. ]
How does it feel, Tartaglia? Much as I'd like to learn that answer from your body, you're rather subtle.
[ In. This regard??? ]