[ He keeps still under the contact, watching her as she traces her way down, and when she gets to his hips he all but holds his breath, waiting to see what she does. He expects her to pause, to hold off, get shy when faced with the reality, but she doesn't. Instead, she reaches, careful, but it's something.
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The question gets a smirk. ]
If there's to be a bedding, someone has to.