[A piece of him is wishing he hadn’t bothered to worry about the mess. One thing he has learned about Rey is that she’s a dreadful tease. When she finally finishes with his hand, he is eager to reach up and finish the job, if only because it keeps him from making an even greater embarrassment of himself through displays of arrousal that he doesn’t quite have a grip on. It also gives him the opportunity to reach up and smear some of the excess from around his mouth, using the finger she had already licked clean. The taste of salt is still sharp on his tongue, but he mirrors her motions without complaint in spite of the raw feeling still sticking to his lips.
That is, until she scolds him for finishing without permission. It was not as if he would have been able to resist, between the bond and the more direct attention he’d been allowed to give himself. Thankfully, with his fingers pressed inside of his cheek, it keeps him from arguing, but there is no mistaking the indignation on the other side of their link.
She drags her teeth across his palm, and his fingers (forcefully opened) curl slightly in anticipation. But he also knows that if he doesn’t say something to acknowledge her displeasure, than she might simply walk off and leave him to deal with this himself. He forces himself to swallow, and pulls his hand out of his mouth to reply unbidden.]
Sorry.
[He has never particularly mastered the art of the apology, but a part of him is genuinely rankled by her disappointment even if he would not admit it verbally.]
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That is, until she scolds him for finishing without permission. It was not as if he would have been able to resist, between the bond and the more direct attention he’d been allowed to give himself. Thankfully, with his fingers pressed inside of his cheek, it keeps him from arguing, but there is no mistaking the indignation on the other side of their link.
She drags her teeth across his palm, and his fingers (forcefully opened) curl slightly in anticipation. But he also knows that if he doesn’t say something to acknowledge her displeasure, than she might simply walk off and leave him to deal with this himself. He forces himself to swallow, and pulls his hand out of his mouth to reply unbidden.]
Sorry.
[He has never particularly mastered the art of the apology, but a part of him is genuinely rankled by her disappointment even if he would not admit it verbally.]