[ Koltira's cheeks are ever so slightly warm from Lancer's palms; he lifts a hand and touches one spot, his expression unreadable. The heat fades fast, absorbed into the unyielding chill of his skin, and he sighs.
Lancer had taken his fill, it seems, and Koltira had felt the pull, but not to any significant or painful degree. Not enough to override the rest of his constant pain, anyway.
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Lancer had taken his fill, it seems, and Koltira had felt the pull, but not to any significant or painful degree. Not enough to override the rest of his constant pain, anyway.
His fingers curl against his cheek. ]
Are you satisfied?