He doesn't mind if she touches the other scars, they don't carry the same emotional baggage. They don't experience the same pleasurable sensation, but he doesn't mind. He groans when he feels her blunt nails drag over his sides, just a little reminder of the playfulness, the fierceness, of the woman kneeling across his thighs.
He lifts his head and cocks an eyebrow at her.
"I'd like to think that's because I'm a big guy in general, not because of magic." He snorts with amusement. Indeed, he's on the larger side-- thick and rising proudly from a nest of black curls-- but not hilariously so. "But I told you it looked perfectly normal and works as expected. I'm glad you agree."
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Date: 2020-09-03 07:54 pm (UTC)He lifts his head and cocks an eyebrow at her.
"I'd like to think that's because I'm a big guy in general, not because of magic." He snorts with amusement. Indeed, he's on the larger side-- thick and rising proudly from a nest of black curls-- but not hilariously so. "But I told you it looked perfectly normal and works as expected. I'm glad you agree."