[ you'd think that being touched so softly, being held rather than clutched, mind would have far much more room to murmur the most unkind things to her. to remind her how wrong it was, how they could get caught, how he doesn't really want her like this- how it may be the one and only time he feels with her instead of solely for himself. but everything is still, and it's just the way he's touching her, the way he's mapping out each of her lips as if it were the first time. as if they were something good for one another.
and then that sound husks from the bed of his throat, wanton and needy in a way she's never heard it, and all she can think of is to swallow it, to keep it, to remember it. she wants to remember all of this. the greeting of his tongue, light and warm coaxes the faintest of whimpers to intermix within her breath, giving the slightest writhes against him in efforts to keep still. it's all fidgeting, nerves that didn't belong, that she shouldn't let herself feel with him— but here they are. ]
Ace- [ just a whisper, and then she lets her tongue dance against his own, welcoming it into the heat of her mouth with a retreat, exhales growing all the more stuttered in their rhythm. ]
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and then that sound husks from the bed of his throat, wanton and needy in a way she's never heard it, and all she can think of is to swallow it, to keep it, to remember it. she wants to remember all of this. the greeting of his tongue, light and warm coaxes the faintest of whimpers to intermix within her breath, giving the slightest writhes against him in efforts to keep still. it's all fidgeting, nerves that didn't belong, that she shouldn't let herself feel with him— but here they are. ]
Ace- [ just a whisper, and then she lets her tongue dance against his own, welcoming it into the heat of her mouth with a retreat, exhales growing all the more stuttered in their rhythm. ]