[ There's something almost secretive about the way she comes. Hei watches it as it happens, the way every line of her body goes taut, the sensations bursting through her, washing across the surface of her sweet face as she ripples, before melting into stillness. Nothing in the set of his expression changes, not outwardly. But the way he looks at her does -- carefully, almost tender, an ache that pulls low in his belly that's not all about sex. Some of it is, sure. Against her thigh, his erection throbs in dull spasms that verge on an ache. But there's no urgency in the way he kisses her, teeth scraping the inside of her lower-lip before he traces its shape with his tongue. ]
[ Inside her, the vibrator continues its small dopplering. Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt. He waits until she's sunk down, caught her breath before he switches its setting to 1. ]
no subject
[ Inside her, the vibrator continues its small dopplering. Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt. He waits until she's sunk down, caught her breath before he switches its setting to 1. ]
You all right?
[ It's a Should I stop? or Do you want more? ]