[He wants to keep going. He wants to sink himself in, to travel Temenos's body. But they're separated, and he's blocked again, unable to move past the bicep, unable to take claim in the grooves of his neck or pit of his chest. It has him panting against Temenos's skin, agitated at himself.
So he lets his hand just drop, trying to trace to the line of Temenos's hips to the muscles of his groin, pressing his palm to the swell of him as his other hand tries to pull the cleric back to his mouth, eager to swallow the ebbing of his voice in lieu of the other contact he couldn't provide.
A beat, and he changes his hands around, fishing for Temenos's untouched, scraping arm. As his teeth dig, the palm against Temenos's hips rubs firmly, as though to help apologize for the pain... or, possibly, encourage the notes of ecstacy.]
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So he lets his hand just drop, trying to trace to the line of Temenos's hips to the muscles of his groin, pressing his palm to the swell of him as his other hand tries to pull the cleric back to his mouth, eager to swallow the ebbing of his voice in lieu of the other contact he couldn't provide.
A beat, and he changes his hands around, fishing for Temenos's untouched, scraping arm. As his teeth dig, the palm against Temenos's hips rubs firmly, as though to help apologize for the pain... or, possibly, encourage the notes of ecstacy.]