[Intensity pulls his hand back for just a moment, exhaling one long unsteady breath, before settling it back on top of King's. He's not even bothering to take this high ground from him as he indulgently relishes in each touch against his own skin.]
Then I won't disappoint.
[He says as he rolls off of King in perhaps direction opposition to what he was just saying, their hands still connected of course.]
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Then I won't disappoint.
[He says as he rolls off of King in perhaps direction opposition to what he was just saying, their hands still connected of course.]