[Noise, noise is good he thinks, but it's oh so hard to think when things are a slow haze of heat and touch and everything he's not even sure he can quite ever comprehend. Whatever it is, it's something he's keen to hear more of, and even with the flurry of movement he decides to test his luck. It isn't skilled, but he leans in to press an experimental kiss to the tenno's shoulder, fascinated by the salt taste of his skin as he brushes his tongue over the spot.]
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