[Oh, and what an excellent idea to top off such an excellent reaction-- but Lorenz loves the way Fenris' voice catches and stumbles just as much as he loves hearing himself talk, so it cannot possibly be helped. Fenris' mouth against his throat makes him shiver, tilting his head to encourage more and more, but mmph— he does still manage a chuckle.]
A powder blue, perhaps?
[A very sweet baby blue, how charming. Lorenz thinks about various blues and their various merits and reaches his other hand down now too, to squeeze both thighs just below his ass and press their hips together in a slow motion. The absolute worst thing right now would be somebody's stitches coming loose...]
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A powder blue, perhaps?
[A very sweet baby blue, how charming. Lorenz thinks about various blues and their various merits and reaches his other hand down now too, to squeeze both thighs just below his ass and press their hips together in a slow motion. The absolute worst thing right now would be somebody's stitches coming loose...]
Mm— what else? Besides the paint.