[Oh, yes, he thinks he does like it. And maybe large part of that is attributed to the fact that it's Winter doing the touching, the exploring, and the thus undercurrent of intimacy and openness between them during this moment. But in the end, the why doesn't really matter in the face of the truth: it feels good, tingly and exciting, across every swath of skin he touches. The scar he currently traces his finger around feels alive and alight with warmth -- in a good way, fully in reaction to his attentions.
His lips part, and though his mouth is still curved into a pleasant grin, he just lets out a relatively useless, but pleasurable noise. Yes, he likes that. His brain catches up a few moments later.]
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His lips part, and though his mouth is still curved into a pleasant grin, he just lets out a relatively useless, but pleasurable noise. Yes, he likes that. His brain catches up a few moments later.]
I do, yes. Who might have thought?