[ It's not long before Hei has rinsed the suds from her hair, and shaken the soap off his hands. He's far from squeaky-clean himself, but it's hard to prioritize step A to step B when your blood-flow has shifted south. Those soft sounds, the way she feels -- it's too insanely inviting. His own breathing is growing a little deeper, but like all his early reactions it's too subtle to pinpoint. ]
[ He reaches to turn the spray off, but doesn't quite make it. (He'll think later about how he would've gotten her toweled and warm and out of the stall, if only he'd put space between them.) If he hadn't pressed tight behind her, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth questing through her wet hair. But once that happens he can't help the greedy shiver that runs through him, can't help breathing her in. Sweeping her hair back, he puts his mouth on her neck, sucks on the flesh, gently first, then hard enough to blossom a bruise. Breaks to lay soft kisses in a circuit along her hairline, to her earlobe, her jaw, finally tipping her head so that her mouth is right there to feed on. ]
[ There's hunger in the way he kisses her now. A bright flare of insistence. ]
[ Holding her against him with one arm, he caresses her body with the other hand. Cradling and kneading each breast, rolling the nipples until they're tight and springy. Stroking her belly, the sensitive skin high up on her thighs, before slipping two fingers through the wet tangle of curls between them. He teases her. Not deep, just circling her clit, starting a slow and easy massage, not wanting the water to wash all that slick away. ]
[ Bit by bit, his control is slipping. Not gone, but jittery. ]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
[ He reaches to turn the spray off, but doesn't quite make it. (He'll think later about how he would've gotten her toweled and warm and out of the stall, if only he'd put space between them.) If he hadn't pressed tight behind her, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth questing through her wet hair. But once that happens he can't help the greedy shiver that runs through him, can't help breathing her in. Sweeping her hair back, he puts his mouth on her neck, sucks on the flesh, gently first, then hard enough to blossom a bruise. Breaks to lay soft kisses in a circuit along her hairline, to her earlobe, her jaw, finally tipping her head so that her mouth is right there to feed on. ]
[ There's hunger in the way he kisses her now. A bright flare of insistence. ]
[ Holding her against him with one arm, he caresses her body with the other hand. Cradling and kneading each breast, rolling the nipples until they're tight and springy. Stroking her belly, the sensitive skin high up on her thighs, before slipping two fingers through the wet tangle of curls between them. He teases her. Not deep, just circling her clit, starting a slow and easy massage, not wanting the water to wash all that slick away. ]
[ Bit by bit, his control is slipping. Not gone, but jittery. ]