[ Her every move, Hei thinks, is such a marked contrast from the first time she'd gone down on him. He still remembers how she'd been then: not very adept, or sure of herself. So tentative -- not at all like the same girl who is playing him like an thrumming instrument now. Her kittenish enthusiasm -- her knowledge of his body -- is raw and specific, and oh, flattering as fuck. She makes him feel at once like a cat-toy and a god. ]
[ A low noise locks in Hei's chest. The jut of his cock aches, a bone-hard plea, the tip glistening with pre-come. When she nuzzles him, fingers skittering across the ticklish crease of his groin, he hisses and then caresses her, one hand cupping the side of her neck, the other dropping down to stroke her hair, a gentle warning of how close he's getting. ]
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[ A low noise locks in Hei's chest. The jut of his cock aches, a bone-hard plea, the tip glistening with pre-come. When she nuzzles him, fingers skittering across the ticklish crease of his groin, he hisses and then caresses her, one hand cupping the side of her neck, the other dropping down to stroke her hair, a gentle warning of how close he's getting. ]