where jaal touches, he leaves goosebumps, and oberon can tell he’s awed by the change. it’s so minute; the muscle beneath his skin tenses, contracts, and the hair on his arms stands on end.
someone else might have missed such a small detail, but jaal doesn’t miss much when they’re intimate. never before has there ever been such a purposeful lover, slow as well as cautious as well as eager to please. and when his thin lips brush over the sensitive skin of his forearm, oberon curls his toes into the sheets wrapped around their feet.
“you’re… mm, you’re doing this on purpose.”
jaal laughs, and even the short wash of air against oberon’s skin is enough to leave him a little breathless. “what was it about me that gave you that impression?”
the former rolls his eyes while the latter smiles, pressing kisses up into the bend of oberon’s arm. his skin is warm there, as well as bare, but the muscles still twitch… and the man still squirms. he shifts beneath him, though he isn’t quite fitful. there are no attempts to escape. if oberon wanted to stop him, he could with a word. there’s comfort in knowing that.
“you like reminding me that you…” a breath catches in his throat, and he laughs, too. “that you know all of my spots.”
“not as extensively as i’d like.”
oberon finds jaal’s eyes with his own, and at contact, his smile softens. “then get to know them. better than you do already, i mean.”