[ He has heard it countless times before and now it's ... strange to hear it. It's not as though he doesn't know he's attractive, it's more that it's not something that concerns him most of the time. When most of your life is focused on survival, your appearance to others becomes far less important. It struck him as weird when Flat mentioned him being attractive and it's no less weird now.
That feeling of strangeness fades as Diarmuid's affections pull his attention back to where it rightfully belongs. Despite his slightly more dominant approach, he's pliant beneath the witch's touch. His muscles tense and his breath catches in his throat as he feels the fingers along his skin. It's warm and welcome affection, intoxicating in a way and it makes him yearn for more. What a change from how he used to treat sex...
He looks to Diarmuid and gives him and nod, followed by another quick, needy kiss. ]
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That feeling of strangeness fades as Diarmuid's affections pull his attention back to where it rightfully belongs. Despite his slightly more dominant approach, he's pliant beneath the witch's touch. His muscles tense and his breath catches in his throat as he feels the fingers along his skin. It's warm and welcome affection, intoxicating in a way and it makes him yearn for more. What a change from how he used to treat sex...
He looks to Diarmuid and gives him and nod, followed by another quick, needy kiss. ]
Please...Do as you will.