I kept my tie to him open and full of scents and sounds and things faraway from here. I used my hand to lift the loose tenderness of his balls up, so I could draw them gently into my mouth. Jean-Claude and I lay on top of each other, too tired to move, and laughed. It wasn't about changing shape, it was about changing bodies.
I knew you wouldn't lie, because I was your Ulfric, or because you didn't want to hurt my feelings. He nodded. I concentrated on the feel of him, and as if he felt my thoughts, he began to relax against me. The two of you are not romantics.
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