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Leaning back on the couch, Kenshi sighed softly and hesitantly begun to unbutton his red shirt. “You’ll have to see it eventually,” He muttered softly. “So I guess we can start now.” With each button, revealed more patches of skin, marred completely by red, blue and yellow tattoos. You’d only ever seen the tattoos on his hands and wrists, since he always covered up, even when the two of you got intimate.
Kenshi was reluctant to slide the shirt off, would having preferred to leave it on but unbuttoned, however he’d promised you. So, he slowly slid it off his arms, his jaw clenching visibly. Even as you tried to assure him he didn’t have to, he dismissed it— he always kept his word.
Shifting nervously on the couch, he reached a hand behind his head to fiddle with the knot of his blindfold, an unconscious act he often did when anxious. “So…” He muttered, as if waiting for your thoughts.
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