[ Hei's eyes drift half-shut as she sinks lower, absorbing the picture she makes, curves and dips and smooth planes of that body, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. When she takes him in hand, lips a warm fluttering contact, he can feel the length of him twitch, his breath hissing out between a mouthful of teeth. His hips rock, more experimentally than not, up against her teasing mouth; one hand curling into the sheets, the other reaching out to thread through the hair at the nape of her neck. ]
[ This is the kind of slowness he can only stand for a short while, impatience curling tighter and tighter under his muscles, before it snaps into violent motion. Except there's a theme of tit-for-tat braided in tandem with the sense of one-upmanship here. He's willing to grit his teeth and watch it play out. ]
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[ This is the kind of slowness he can only stand for a short while, impatience curling tighter and tighter under his muscles, before it snaps into violent motion. Except there's a theme of tit-for-tat braided in tandem with the sense of one-upmanship here. He's willing to grit his teeth and watch it play out. ]