He watched with a teasing smile as she attempted to tidy herself up, feeling secretly proud that he'd managed to get her in such a disheveled state. Her hair was practically ruined for the moment without the assistance of a trained maid or magic to put all the strands back into place—and apparently his was just as bad.
The feeling of her hands in his hair prompted his face to redden more than it already was. That was definitely a trigger, he decided, and with a sheepish smile reached up to disentangle her fingers from their spot.
"If we're going to leave here, you can't go and do that to me," he admitted, trying to divert his gaze from hers. "It will lead to... complications." He could still feel the tightness in his pants—fuck.
The feeling of her hands in his hair prompted his face to redden more than it already was. That was definitely a trigger, he decided, and with a sheepish smile reached up to disentangle her fingers from their spot.
"If we're going to leave here, you can't go and do that to me," he admitted, trying to divert his gaze from hers. "It will lead to... complications." He could still feel the tightness in his pants—fuck.
— set by MJ! —