[She doesn’t have to urge him much more; Sholmes understands the request, spreading his knees further apart so that she can draw even closer.

His hands do not cease their movements, thumbs lingering a little longer on her stiffening nipples, yet his look shines with the spark of the analytical. He does like to put the pieces of a puzzle together.]

Beyond the obvious physical stimulations, I do wonder… [He hums, considering.] If it simply has to do with having pride in one of your more striking features. To have someone linger in their appreciation of your body, and in turn, you.