[Kyna just laughs in response, and it comes out a bit strained.]
Yeah, I know.
[And then she lets go, propping herself up with one hand while the other moves to grip his hip. She trails kisses down his shoulder, across his chest, down his stomach, lingering at each scar she finds. If it feels almost agonizingly slow, that might be payback.]
[ Best payback ever, really. She may be taking her time but it's pretty clear where she's headed so he's got no objections. Never does, anymore, even though a few months ago he would've insisted on either attention for her or both of them. At this point Kyna's made it clear she wants him to take a turn sometimes.
His hand is still in her hair and he squirms a little as she kisses his stomach, muscles twitching under her lips. ]
[She enjoys making him squirm, honestly, because he always seems to be doing it to her. When she finally reaches his hips she stops, peeking up at him as she wraps her hand around him again. He's always so focused on her that she loves seeing him like this, and so she smiles up at him before she finally takes him in her mouth.]
[ Anything else he might have said is lost to a soft moan, his fingers twisting in her hair. Not pushing her head down or anything, just getting a better grip because he has to hold on to something. His other hand fists in the sheets as he struggles to keep his hips on the mattress rather than thrusting shamelessly into her mouth. She'll get there. It's just that right now the heat and softness is unbearably teasing, when he's already worked himself up this much.
Out of a need to move somehow he bends one leg up, exposing himself more to her, squirming restlessly. He's not going to beg unless he has to. ]
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Yeah, I know.
[And then she lets go, propping herself up with one hand while the other moves to grip his hip. She trails kisses down his shoulder, across his chest, down his stomach, lingering at each scar she finds. If it feels almost agonizingly slow, that might be payback.]
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His hand is still in her hair and he squirms a little as she kisses his stomach, muscles twitching under her lips. ]
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[ Anything else he might have said is lost to a soft moan, his fingers twisting in her hair. Not pushing her head down or anything, just getting a better grip because he has to hold on to something. His other hand fists in the sheets as he struggles to keep his hips on the mattress rather than thrusting shamelessly into her mouth. She'll get there. It's just that right now the heat and softness is unbearably teasing, when he's already worked himself up this much.
Out of a need to move somehow he bends one leg up, exposing himself more to her, squirming restlessly. He's not going to beg unless he has to. ]