[ Anaxagoras can't actually recall the last he's allowed his hair down in front of anyone else. But, it easily falls over his shoulders, and although it is certain more thin than layered, there is a lot for Hansa to have his fingers roam through...it's actually a pleasant sensation to the demi-god, honestly. He could get used to it.
He feels a jolt of something undeniably satisfactory, when his beloved takes to it so very well, shown easily with those nails lightly pressing against his back, that little sound, the tilt of the other man's head. His lips curl up into a little smirk, inching only slightly back for a second to look at his handiwork. ]
...Tsk. You want more, don't you? My dearest student is insatiable.
[ Anaxagoras leans forward again, biting a little higher than before - because with the man having made such a show, naturally he can't resist. He'll also suck on that spot as well for good measure. ]
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He feels a jolt of something undeniably satisfactory, when his beloved takes to it so very well, shown easily with those nails lightly pressing against his back, that little sound, the tilt of the other man's head. His lips curl up into a little smirk, inching only slightly back for a second to look at his handiwork. ]
...Tsk. You want more, don't you? My dearest student is insatiable.
[ Anaxagoras leans forward again, biting a little higher than before - because with the man having made such a show, naturally he can't resist. He'll also suck on that spot as well for good measure. ]