[ Against his will, Hei makes a noise almost like a stutter, feeling the pressure of her thumb. Presses himself against her, hips rocking with a lazy sort of concentration. It's a moment before he absorbs her question; it seeps a warmth through him like the weight of her body sprawled close, the wet flutter of her lips at the point of his shoulder. Did you like it? These aren't questions people generally ask Hei; sex is about its utility, not its quality. Every encounter, good or bad, is chalked up as a learning experience, and any potential scars are consigned forcefully into the dark corners of memory. ]
[ His reply comes in the form of a kiss, short and sweet, almost contemplative. Drawing back, he looks into her eyes, the tangle of dark hair over the sunbrowned skin a startling contrast against their white and blue. ]
I liked that it's something I got to try with you.
[ Not earth-shattering raunch, but a quiet revelation. ]
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[ His reply comes in the form of a kiss, short and sweet, almost contemplative. Drawing back, he looks into her eyes, the tangle of dark hair over the sunbrowned skin a startling contrast against their white and blue. ]
I liked that it's something I got to try with you.
[ Not earth-shattering raunch, but a quiet revelation. ]