[As much as that raises an eyebrow and leaves her sounding bemused, it's safe to say her focus is too split to follow up and investigate why it would be flavored. Especially when she feels the way his muscles react under the soft press of her palm, a sign she'll take as encouragement, fingers spreading out to cover more of the brand, fingertips grazing as much as they can reach.
There is a better question in her head, anyway, and an tiny impulse — namely how would it feel if she pressed her lips to the mark — but there isn't the time for that to coalesce enough to be acted on before she feels his hand wrap around her own. Correcting the pressure, setting a pace for her, tutoring her in how to stroke him. Wordless cues she quickly tries to make note of, adjusting her fist around him.]
M- more like this?
[Youko lets out a nervous little huff as Bandou leaves her to it, feeling like the instruction he just gave her is going to go right out of her head if she stops focusing on the hand sliding up and down his shaft. Nevermind the sound of her own heartbeat threatening to do just that, disrupting the rhythm she is trying to follow nearly as much as the urge to keep glancing up at his face.]
[His reply is soft, breathy, but you can still make out the excitement behind it all.]
...that feels awesome...
[He could sit here and enjoy this for eternity, if his body wouldn't betray him in a matter of minutes. And that realization is what gets him to slowly open his eyes and take in the sight of his partner seated before him. So locked in, so intent on making sure she does this right. Now he gets what she'd said before about not wanting him to feel ignored. They need to feel this good together.
Leaning in, he cups the side of her face with one hand and tilts her chin up so her lips can meet his own. His free hand mimicks the way hers touch him, trailing along the gentle curve of her stomach, then slipping down between her thighs.]
[Has anyone ever looked so intent while giving a handjob? Or so much like a cherry tomato?
That little rasped affirmation does a lot more for her than just softening her focus or easing the building worry that she's blundering through this. It plucks that familiar pleasant chord for her, the part that finds his voice and the idea of him getting more vocal really appealing. The idea of him getting more vocal because of her? That's a confidence boost.]
Good... [She lets slip a hitched laugh, softly mimicking what he told her earlier, teasing.] That's... what's supposed to happen, right?
[Slowing her pace as he leans into her periphery, Youko turns into the soft warmth of his hand almost on instinct before he leads her into another kiss, her eyes closing with a sigh. There is a list of favorite things about this all beginning to coalesce in her mind, but kissing him might be at the top.
The muscles in her stomach tighten as his hand skims along her skin, down, down, down, the light, ticklish feeling changing to heat when he dips between her thighs. She can't hold the whine, lips parting against his and around the sound, legs shifting just that little bit further apart for him.]
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[As much as that raises an eyebrow and leaves her sounding bemused, it's safe to say her focus is too split to follow up and investigate why it would be flavored. Especially when she feels the way his muscles react under the soft press of her palm, a sign she'll take as encouragement, fingers spreading out to cover more of the brand, fingertips grazing as much as they can reach.
There is a better question in her head, anyway, and an tiny impulse — namely how would it feel if she pressed her lips to the mark — but there isn't the time for that to coalesce enough to be acted on before she feels his hand wrap around her own. Correcting the pressure, setting a pace for her, tutoring her in how to stroke him. Wordless cues she quickly tries to make note of, adjusting her fist around him.]
M- more like this?
[Youko lets out a nervous little huff as Bandou leaves her to it, feeling like the instruction he just gave her is going to go right out of her head if she stops focusing on the hand sliding up and down his shaft. Nevermind the sound of her own heartbeat threatening to do just that, disrupting the rhythm she is trying to follow nearly as much as the urge to keep glancing up at his face.]
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[His reply is soft, breathy, but you can still make out the excitement behind it all.]
...that feels awesome...
[He could sit here and enjoy this for eternity, if his body wouldn't betray him in a matter of minutes. And that realization is what gets him to slowly open his eyes and take in the sight of his partner seated before him. So locked in, so intent on making sure she does this right. Now he gets what she'd said before about not wanting him to feel ignored. They need to feel this good together.
Leaning in, he cups the side of her face with one hand and tilts her chin up so her lips can meet his own. His free hand mimicks the way hers touch him, trailing along the gentle curve of her stomach, then slipping down between her thighs.]
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That little rasped affirmation does a lot more for her than just softening her focus or easing the building worry that she's blundering through this. It plucks that familiar pleasant chord for her, the part that finds his voice and the idea of him getting more vocal really appealing. The idea of him getting more vocal because of her? That's a confidence boost.]
Good... [She lets slip a hitched laugh, softly mimicking what he told her earlier, teasing.] That's... what's supposed to happen, right?
[Slowing her pace as he leans into her periphery, Youko turns into the soft warmth of his hand almost on instinct before he leads her into another kiss, her eyes closing with a sigh. There is a list of favorite things about this all beginning to coalesce in her mind, but kissing him might be at the top.
The muscles in her stomach tighten as his hand skims along her skin, down, down, down, the light, ticklish feeling changing to heat when he dips between her thighs. She can't hold the whine, lips parting against his and around the sound, legs shifting just that little bit further apart for him.]