[ So much of what he does is merely relenting to her, submitting but not rejoicing in what she has brought him, that when he finally scrapes his teeth against her fingers as she presses them into his mouth, she draws in a sharp breath, satisfied.
Ah. There you are.
She presses a kiss to his back and, for his efforts, keeps the probing of his mouth gentle. Gentle, but not stagnant. Her fingers probe back and forth across his lips, a familiar mimed gesture to make him anticipate what he's wetting them for.
She asks the question as she pulls her fingers out, dripping with his saliva. It clings between her fingers as she spreads them apart. It's been a while, but— she remembers, even if his body doesn't. She grips him with one hand to spread him, then presses one of her dampened fingers against his entrance. ]
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Ah. There you are.
She presses a kiss to his back and, for his efforts, keeps the probing of his mouth gentle. Gentle, but not stagnant. Her fingers probe back and forth across his lips, a familiar mimed gesture to make him anticipate what he's wetting them for.
She asks the question as she pulls her fingers out, dripping with his saliva. It clings between her fingers as she spreads them apart. It's been a while, but— she remembers, even if his body doesn't. She grips him with one hand to spread him, then presses one of her dampened fingers against his entrance. ]
Will you follow my lead?