[ With a darker shade of red forming on Squall’s cheeks, he took the hint or what he thought was a hint and sat up just a little, not enough to tip Sora over but enough to be able to move. He started pulling his shirt up until he pulled it off over his head, tossing it off to the side. Lying back down his hands moved to rest on Sora’s waist. He had light scars here and there from training and fights he’s been in, but nothing too exciting and noticeable. ]
[He shyly looks over Squall's chest, a new blush blooming over his cheeks. Squall really is something else. He's enamoured with him, the shape of his chest and all. Sora feels a bubble of nervousness in his stomach but curiosity too as he trails his fingers over Squall's skin. Even the little scars he traces with his fingers.]
[ Squall shivers a little when his fingers trail over his bare skin. While he wasn't really the ticklish type, he felt extremely fluttery feeling Sora's light touches all over his chest. His heart started speeding up again, nervousness building up, but he tries to push that away as far as he could, because he really didn't want Sora to stop. ]
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innermonologues) wrote2017-02-14 09:17 am
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Your hands feel nice...
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You're not ticklish?
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Not... exactly, no.