Laios moans softly as he kisses your chest, his lips soft and open as he adorns your skin with his soft mouth. His cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, though not an ounce embarrassed to be in his position.

“Ah… your skin is a little salty, love.”

He comments in a simple observation, his tongue dipping out to take a slow, experimental lap with the flat of the muscle. His hums into you, a soft smile tugging at his lip. The fingers of his free hand dance over your belly, mindlessly tracing around your naval.

“You sweat a little during the night, is all. Makes you a taste a bit different, but a good different.”