[ She doesn't flinch at the different touch, though he waits out her reaction just to be sure she's doing alright. Because sometimes she just went silent and slowly locked up, almost paralyzed by bad memories–he knows exactly how it feels. And how it can creep up, that slow sinking dread. Like ink dropped into water, spreading and muddying.
Instead, he gets a low groan from her as she tilts her head back, pressing herself into the mattress. Well then, that's a good sign, isn't it? She might as well have said "keep going". So he does, repeating the same motion and carefully petting one hand along the outside of her thigh. There's one more lighter touch and then he's lapping at her more fully, tongue flat against her folds. He echoes her groan from earlier, face feeling hot from both nervousness and arousal.
And maybe a little bit from victory, however small. ]
[ the hand on her thigh is reassuring, and warm. her muscles twitch underneath the touch, and her breath catches as his tongue moves against her. but it's not the touch, necessarily, that causes a jolt of electricity to run down her spine, but his groan.
he seems to be enjoying this, too, and inej forces herself to uncurl her fingers from the mattress, trying to focus on breathing. but it seems to be almost out of her control. her breathing is shallow, a somewhat uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.
something about not being able to control her breathing causes a spark of anxiety in her chest, and inej almost tells him to stop -- but it feels too good to really stop.
maybe surrendering control wasn't such a bad thing. allowing herself to enjoy it isn't a bad thing, either. and she's in her own bed, in her own apartment, with someone that she loves beyond sense and reason. there was no reason to be afraid of not being in control around him.
so she surrenders, and instead of pushing him away, inej threads her fingers through his hair, letting her exhale turn into a soft moan as he continues to move his tongue over her. ]
[ His heartbeat feels wild, a fast thrum in his ears. It's the only thing taking up his hearing aside from the sounds she's making—those soft moans and hitched breaths. And while he's certainly focused in the moment, there's a hazy sort of film over his concentration. Like looking through a window with frosted glass. Everything else has fallen away and this moment draws in sharp, especially when she pushes her fingers through his hair and holds.
He lets out another groan, echoing hers from moments before, blowing out a slow breath between her legs. His hands slide up to her hips, palms warm as he carefully drags them along the outside of her thighs. There's a familiar and niggling pressure curling at the base of his spine as he moves his mouth, tongue continuing to drag against her. Incrementally, he licks upwards, adding a bit more pressure when he gets to her clit. After, he flicks his gaze up as he takes as much of her in his mouth and sucks, more warmth pooling in his middle as he does. ]
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Instead, he gets a low groan from her as she tilts her head back, pressing herself into the mattress. Well then, that's a good sign, isn't it? She might as well have said "keep going". So he does, repeating the same motion and carefully petting one hand along the outside of her thigh. There's one more lighter touch and then he's lapping at her more fully, tongue flat against her folds. He echoes her groan from earlier, face feeling hot from both nervousness and arousal.
And maybe a little bit from victory, however small. ]
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he seems to be enjoying this, too, and inej forces herself to uncurl her fingers from the mattress, trying to focus on breathing. but it seems to be almost out of her control. her breathing is shallow, a somewhat uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.
something about not being able to control her breathing causes a spark of anxiety in her chest, and inej almost tells him to stop -- but it feels too good to really stop.
maybe surrendering control wasn't such a bad thing. allowing herself to enjoy it isn't a bad thing, either. and she's in her own bed, in her own apartment, with someone that she loves beyond sense and reason. there was no reason to be afraid of not being in control around him.
so she surrenders, and instead of pushing him away, inej threads her fingers through his hair, letting her exhale turn into a soft moan as he continues to move his tongue over her. ]
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He lets out another groan, echoing hers from moments before, blowing out a slow breath between her legs. His hands slide up to her hips, palms warm as he carefully drags them along the outside of her thighs. There's a familiar and niggling pressure curling at the base of his spine as he moves his mouth, tongue continuing to drag against her. Incrementally, he licks upwards, adding a bit more pressure when he gets to her clit. After, he flicks his gaze up as he takes as much of her in his mouth and sucks, more warmth pooling in his middle as he does. ]