[He lifts up to face her properly, groaning at her lips as parts still left sensitive rub against each other. One hand drops lower to get beneath her, lift her up, and reposition her closer still, indulging in the wet, over-stimulated sensation of spent sex and messy leavings. They must look a disaster right now, smeared paint across their torsos and come between them, but he can only focus on the heat of her body and the hungry way he wants to kiss her for a while.
The hand at her hair drags down to her neck, tracing over sweat-streaked skin for a moment before curving lower to find her breasts. Their chests are pressed together but he sneaks his fingers beneath, brushing over the damp paint on his abdomen and beginning to trace his own circles over her bared skin. There isn't much paint that he can scoop up and smear around, as most of it's already spread across his chest, but he wants to share the sensation anyway.]
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The hand at her hair drags down to her neck, tracing over sweat-streaked skin for a moment before curving lower to find her breasts. Their chests are pressed together but he sneaks his fingers beneath, brushing over the damp paint on his abdomen and beginning to trace his own circles over her bared skin. There isn't much paint that he can scoop up and smear around, as most of it's already spread across his chest, but he wants to share the sensation anyway.]