[ He'd only like it because it was you, silly. He'd be more fascinated with how you went around doing it than anything a match or an ice cube could do to him. He'd maybe feel a blowtorch. Speaking of which, he should probably get one for the creme brulees instead of using his finger. ]
I like that too.
[ He says, smartly kissing his mouth with an open kiss, before pulling back to seat himself on-- Oh. Now there's something he forgot to ask. ]
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I like that too.
[ He says, smartly kissing his mouth with an open kiss, before pulling back to seat himself on-- Oh. Now there's something he forgot to ask. ]
Can you take my weight?