But, so

So gentle.

So his fingertips running through that belly. So his warm, sweet tongue swinging by that neck. So his deep
voice dancing 'round that ear, his salty skin embracing tightly.

So his liquid eyes fixing nowhere, his smoke hair escaping those hands, his pale red cheeks hiding from that sight, so his light smell farewelling those senses.

So his narrow body balancing that shiver, his wide grin
welcoming that silence, so his pointing nose laughing at that confidence, desarming armors made up for the scene.