Your head was planted firmly between Scaramouche's soft, thick thighs. You didn't expect a twink like him to have such comfortable, addicting legs. They felt like velvet or something similarly soft.

He just looked down at you, tilting his head slightly to get a better angle at your cute face. It's not like it was visible from his thighs anyways.

He was lying in bed on his back, the light from the window casting gentle rays across his face, and he held his book in one hand.

You were lying on your front, face between his legs, and buried deep into his thighs. It's like you were drunk on his legs. It was cute from his perspective. Your arms around hid waist and all.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair and went back to reading.

"Hm... You really like my thighs, don't you?" He chuckled quietly, his voice smooth and soft like the purest silk. He knew just how to tease you.