[There's a singular pleasure in feeling a smile against his skin. It's still new enough to him that it gives him butterflies, possibly even more than certain kisses.]

More interactive. [Coy. He can't just...give him every point, or he'll grow insufferable.]

I couldn't stick long with the pop. I tried. They were so...insipid.

But you here. Now. Worth my brief foray. And every misstep into the wrong genre.

[He nuzzles against the side of his head, lips parted for a soft drag against his temple. His chin follows in a nudge.]