[ Hei's control is a steady thing, steel cords and cold delineations between muscle and mind. But the feel of her hand on him definitely gets a reaction: his breathing is ever-so-subtly knocked out of rhythm, tiny purrs that sound content and pleased. Both his hands spread through her hair. On impulse he tugs off one of the ties framing her face. The girlishness doesn't seem appropriate right now. Soon he's undone all the pieces, combing and gathering her hair, slipping it through his fingers, twining it into thick ropes. ]
[ When her mouth covers him, he exhales on a quiet groan, eyes closing halfway. There's an ingrained impulse to thrust up into her mouth, to yank her hair. But he doesn't want to scare her off. So unsure, so unpracticed; but her mouth is hot and her tongue is liquid, and it's a war not to let go before he can enjoy this a bit more. Swallowing thickly, he encourages, ]
That's good. Keep going. [ A ragged breath, and then, ] Use your teeth a bit -- you won't hurt me. [ Graze. Don't bite. As long as it's not Nosferatu going down on him, a little extra stimulation is always a plus. ]
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[ When her mouth covers him, he exhales on a quiet groan, eyes closing halfway. There's an ingrained impulse to thrust up into her mouth, to yank her hair. But he doesn't want to scare her off. So unsure, so unpracticed; but her mouth is hot and her tongue is liquid, and it's a war not to let go before he can enjoy this a bit more. Swallowing thickly, he encourages, ]
That's good. Keep going. [ A ragged breath, and then, ] Use your teeth a bit -- you won't hurt me. [ Graze. Don't bite. As long as it's not Nosferatu going down on him, a little extra stimulation is always a plus. ]