[Cid gasps as he feels Barnabas mark up his neck, then releases a moan as Barnabas puts his mouth on his chest.]
[He winds an arm around his shoulders, gazing down at him as he rolls his hips. He places a hand on his chest- What a lovely idea. He traces the pink nub with his middle finger before taking it between his thumb and middle finger, rolling and pinching. Just to test his reaction.]
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[He winds an arm around his shoulders, gazing down at him as he rolls his hips. He places a hand on his chest- What a lovely idea. He traces the pink nub with his middle finger before taking it between his thumb and middle finger, rolling and pinching. Just to test his reaction.]
Look at you, buxom as a milk maid.