[There is undeniable want in every desperate whimper, keen, pant, and moan she lets out — that he draws out — but there is a definitive moment of panic she fights down as his teasing and tasting turns to filling. The thickness of his tongue brings the tension of spreading unused muscle, a new ache that makes her groan and squirm, makes her feet dig into the mattress. It makes that low point in her flood with warmth. Sweet, but torturous.
May his vanity only swell with every breathy 'aah' and 'ohh' and outright cry from her on his clever tongue.]
[ He slows at her reaction, but only momentarily. It feels like good squirming, that marginal edge of discomfort that demands resolution instead of cessation, so he presses on after a few seconds, filling her more and more. There might be something self-serving in that optimism, but then she has herself asked him for so much more than this.
Instead it's her pleasure that delays him, lingering when he hears the sharpest of those cries and running the tip of his tongue over the same points, seeing if he can maintain that intensity.
Since that too appeals to his vanity. Swollen though it already is. ]
[It is ultimately good squirming. Any discomfort on her face melts into arousal, any tension passing by with soft tremors in her thighs. Her breathing growing more uneven as he presses on and the desperate look in her eyes watching him, mouth parted, is just what should have been anticipated.
When his tongue revisits the most tender points, the ones that make her back arch off the mattress by varying degrees and make her noises needier, he just winds her coils a little tighter, pushes her a just that much closer to the peak. Something Youko is willing along, testing with an experimental press of her hips back against the fullness, against the curling lash he offers. Something that makes her moan his name that much louder.
Any concern for what might echo down the halls when that comes is getting stripped away with that stretch she is starting to enjoy in earnest.]
[ Relaxing where she need to, tensing where he wants her to, the shakes and moans and the way she finally lets herself drive back against him... it's good stuff. He hums back at her, sounding both pleased with her and tense in his own way, eager to see more of that abandon, and to take it for himself.
And if that's a bit too much to read into one sound, well, his tongue is easier to interpret. The deft explorer begins to shade to something more voracious as she opens up, lapping at her, tongue twisting to and fro along its whole length, stirring her depths. Coaxing out those first responses is all well and good, but he wants to see how she looks when she's overwhelmed, whether she'll let him push her from this balanced edge beyond her own control. ]
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May his vanity only swell with every breathy 'aah' and 'ohh' and outright cry from her on his clever tongue.]
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Instead it's her pleasure that delays him, lingering when he hears the sharpest of those cries and running the tip of his tongue over the same points, seeing if he can maintain that intensity.
Since that too appeals to his vanity. Swollen though it already is. ]
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When his tongue revisits the most tender points, the ones that make her back arch off the mattress by varying degrees and make her noises needier, he just winds her coils a little tighter, pushes her a just that much closer to the peak. Something Youko is willing along, testing with an experimental press of her hips back against the fullness, against the curling lash he offers. Something that makes her moan his name that much louder.
Any concern for what might echo down the halls when that comes is getting stripped away with that stretch she is starting to enjoy in earnest.]
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And if that's a bit too much to read into one sound, well, his tongue is easier to interpret. The deft explorer begins to shade to something more voracious as she opens up, lapping at her, tongue twisting to and fro along its whole length, stirring her depths. Coaxing out those first responses is all well and good, but he wants to see how she looks when she's overwhelmed, whether she'll let him push her from this balanced edge beyond her own control. ]