"Mmmhm." He breathes on her neck, a little, adjusts her in his lap. "That's what I am. Just a schoolboy. Not so little anymore, though, I have passed twelve years old. Fortunately for you."
"Try to make you feel old? You make me feel old. Practically a greybeard." Another brush of his tongue, this one almost behind her ear, fingers teasing her hair.
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"Try to make me feel old, why don't you, Mr. 450 years of existence," she teases back, as cheekily as she can.
Nnnngh, Henry.
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Which right now, you are not being at all, Henry. Huhhuh.
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