His neck arches slightly into the touch. 

She chuckles.

"I must say," she murmurs against his lips, "you're delightfully easy to charm."

"You are extremely charming."

Kiss. "You're such a treat. I would like to keep you for a very long time, and take very good care of you."

He ducks his head and blushes slightly.

—she giggles, and pets his hair, and kisses his forehead.

This gets some happy wiggling out of him. 

Such a good cute wiggly human. And fluffy and pettable. Can't forget the fluff.

He is very fluffy and has never in his live been gladder of it. 

She hums and pets him some more, then kisses him again.

He kisses back, already halfway reduced to the consistency of jello. 

He's so precious.

Meanwhile, back at what for lack of a better word we might term their camp, Sovarith has Havalya in his lap and is cuddling her and petting her and fucking her.

She is as close to his skin tone as humans naturally get with embarrassment, but oh it feels nice.

These two facts synergize well when it comes to the production of squirming. 

"You're so pretty," he murmurs, nuzzling the top of her head. "You're a treasure. I like the way you squirm."

"You--oh--nn--why are you so big, it hurts even when you're being gentle..."

He laughs and kisses her forehead. "I like it that way," he says. "I like that I can rip you apart without hardly trying."

She gives a little high-pitched whining sound and kisses whatever part of him happens to be nearest her lips at the moment. 

That would be his chest!

He wraps his arms around her and squeezes, gently, and yet still with enough force to hurt a little.

She gasps softly and then moans. 

"You're lovely," he murmurs into her hair, "you're beautiful, I'm gonna keep you forever."

She squirms some more. "I know I'm pretty--most people don't--nn--think so much of it--"

He hugs her again, crushing her against him, pulling her down to meet his slow rocking thrusts.

"It's not just your face, it's—the way you want things—and the things you want—"

She arches against him, insofar as that's possible, which isn't much. "I--oh--I didn't know I wanted them before--ah--before you--mmm..."

He laughs again, hugging her until a rib cracks. "Mmmmmm you're my favourite. Sweet little thing." He bends down to kiss the side of her neck. He has an amazingly deep understanding of exactly where and how to touch her to provoke incredible sensations.