[What can he say? He's good with his hands. They trail along seams and then to his arms, taking hold of them as he's spun again, unraveling him out, only to wind him back in towards him.
He nestles that head into his shoulder, 'exhaling' a puff of warm air into that neck cabling before continuing the dance.
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He nestles that head into his shoulder, 'exhaling' a puff of warm air into that neck cabling before continuing the dance.
Just a little something he liked to tease with.]