[ It's good, it's good and it's warm and part of him wants to chase it down. To pin it in place and seek more for himself. But York is pulling away, and for a breathless moment he's dazed, not understanding.
Then his attention shifts abruptly to where Sombra's hands linger on his hips. ]
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Then his attention shifts abruptly to where Sombra's hands linger on his hips. ]
...wasn't your teeth I was worried about.