[With the silence as is, only the echoing of water drops and that almost every motion, even noise he makes, she can hear it, honed in by her every sense because all she can see and feel right now is Samatoki(-sama?).
While he decides to censor something out because it's absolutely too nasty in this nasty thread because of something something self-control, his teasing at least elicits a reaction just as he wanted. A soft sigh, her head pressed back against the tiles, before she forces her head forward to watch as he quickly pepper her with kisses that builds on each pleasurable jolt.
The feeling of his nails, a sharp pain mixing in with all that pleasure, she wonders if it was something she enjoyed so greatly or it had something to do with the moon, but she sure did wonder if he would draw blood, if it would remind her of that hunger she had when she sensed his earlier. If she could grow any more ravenous at the idea of them digging into each other. The thought of it has her pressing her heel right into his back.
And yet there was that soft flutter of his eyelashes, so beautiful, he's beautiful, even if she can tell that lustful gaze he has there is because he's trying to display that he has the upper hand. Fine, that means he wants compliments, right?]
Aren't you good? [By that, she means isn't he a good boy? She even shows him this, brushing through his hair so warmly.] But I'm sure you can be better.
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While he decides to censor something out because it's absolutely too nasty in this nasty thread because of something something self-control, his teasing at least elicits a reaction just as he wanted. A soft sigh, her head pressed back against the tiles, before she forces her head forward to watch as he quickly pepper her with kisses that builds on each pleasurable jolt.
The feeling of his nails, a sharp pain mixing in with all that pleasure, she wonders if it was something she enjoyed so greatly or it had something to do with the moon, but she sure did wonder if he would draw blood, if it would remind her of that hunger she had when she sensed his earlier. If she could grow any more ravenous at the idea of them digging into each other. The thought of it has her pressing her heel right into his back.
And yet there was that soft flutter of his eyelashes, so beautiful, he's beautiful, even if she can tell that lustful gaze he has there is because he's trying to display that he has the upper hand. Fine, that means he wants compliments, right?]
Aren't you good? [By that, she means isn't he a good boy? She even shows him this, brushing through his hair so warmly.] But I'm sure you can be better.