[ Hei tastes the blood on his tongue, a smudge of metallic rust, but despite the murmur at the back of his mind that's equal parts Unhygienic and Risky, he licks the taste from the corners of her mouth with an unrepentant purr. The moment is enjoyable for how languorous it is, but now he lures her closer against him. No longer restraining, but surging up under her, tight short strokes, his low gasps building toward a rhythm timed with his movements as his thumb rubs harder against her slick clit. ]
[ His look is dark-eyed and dreamy, but somehow silent as space, as if he's hanging in an ether between freedom and exquisite restraint. ]
action;
[ His look is dark-eyed and dreamy, but somehow silent as space, as if he's hanging in an ether between freedom and exquisite restraint. ]