#shibesmutts

the little bit of attention is nice , & grace allows simon to pull him closer with an arm around him. grace hums quietly , winding his arms around simon's shoulders slowly. this is nice , & most of the time he'd be content just to sit like this & enjoy the closeness. but grace has a different agenda in mind , grinning to himself.

❛ yeah ?? sounds interesting. ❜

it is interesting , but it's not what grace is really here for. he presses his lips to simon's cheek , lingering sweetly. it's enough to seem innocent at first before he moves on to simon's jaw.

His gaze watches the other with a fondness that mingles with the hunt of a fox ready to pounce, his own arms shuffling to remove his own shirt off his back, letting it fall carelessly somewhere to the floor to be picked up later. Toned muscles covered in burn scars; his time of rescue with rocky that felt like so long ago now, his atmosphere too hot for his skin to handle.

Once his own shirt is off does he watch simon's be removed, mouth slowly hanging open in that playful way it does whenever he found himself admiring the other's body - a tint of crimson revealing on his cheeks when Simon has to swipe at the near drool that escapes. Alright, so maybe he's a bit touch-starved and before all this, lacked in the experience department -

Gaze blinks like he's just now registering the words spoken to him, hands reaching out to rest on his hips for a moment, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to the abdomen before they move lower, working - and fidgeting a bit - with the button of his pants.