[ He's distracted— almost too distracted, really, but to say that the scar fascinates him is putting it mildly. He's in awe, like he hasn't quite seen anything like it before. He's seen scars before, different sorts of branding and marking, but there's still something new and unique about this path drawn across Finn's back.
His focus shifts again when Finn speaks up, though, and his lips pull from the skin so he can look at him. ]
No. No, it's not— not a problem. At all. I love it.
[ He smiles, then grins a little lopsidedly, leaning in to kiss Finn again. His arms curled around Finn's waist, he keeps tracing up and down his back with his fingertips. ]
I wanna kiss it. [ He says finally when he pulls away, biting at his lower lip. ] Is that okay?
[ He's not sure if he's stepping on some kind of limit, here. Some people like that kind of attention, but Finn might be bothered by it, hell if he knows. ]
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His focus shifts again when Finn speaks up, though, and his lips pull from the skin so he can look at him. ]
No. No, it's not— not a problem. At all. I love it.
[ He smiles, then grins a little lopsidedly, leaning in to kiss Finn again. His arms curled around Finn's waist, he keeps tracing up and down his back with his fingertips. ]
I wanna kiss it. [ He says finally when he pulls away, biting at his lower lip. ] Is that okay?
[ He's not sure if he's stepping on some kind of limit, here. Some people like that kind of attention, but Finn might be bothered by it, hell if he knows. ]