[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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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. ]