[ rendering himself functionally unable to answer may have been part of the plan, or at least what planted the seed of the thought somewhere in his mind -- but that's quickly been melted away just in favor of simple want. her fingers tangle through his hair, and he makes some low, appreciative sound, mostly muffled against her skin.
it's been a little while since he's done anything like this, but verso settles back into it readily enough. it's easy to tell that he means to take his time, to savor this savor her, some quiet humming sound thrumming in his throat and tongue, enough for her to feel it as he licks against her folds -- but its' a war in his mind. that, and simple impatience, heat and want and the need to taste her more, to feel her coming apart under his mouth and tongue. she sighs, spreads her thighs to invite him in deeper, and verso briefly lifts his head, just enough to look at her as his eyes flicker open, pupils blown, dark and hungry, and for just enough time for her to see how the corner of his lips quirks into a smirk.
he winds an arm around one of her legs, skin against skin, callused fingers settling somewhere over her thigh and pressing hard enough to dip against tender muscle. his other hand squeezes tightly over hers as she threads their fingers together, anchoring them both to each other as he ducks down again. this time he tongues directly into her, shameless about how he breathes her in, tongue sliding as deep as he can reach.
the arm wrapped around her leg shifts, hauling himself closer to her, angling until he can let is hand slide up over the flat of her belly. feeling the tension held there, thumbing lightly over her navel, paying attention to any sound she makes, to how he can feel the muscle in her stomach twitch and flicker in response to his mouth and tongue, turning towards anything that gives him a bit more response and chasing it down. ]
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it's been a little while since he's done anything like this, but verso settles back into it readily enough. it's easy to tell that he means to take his time, to savor this savor her, some quiet humming sound thrumming in his throat and tongue, enough for her to feel it as he licks against her folds -- but its' a war in his mind. that, and simple impatience, heat and want and the need to taste her more, to feel her coming apart under his mouth and tongue. she sighs, spreads her thighs to invite him in deeper, and verso briefly lifts his head, just enough to look at her as his eyes flicker open, pupils blown, dark and hungry, and for just enough time for her to see how the corner of his lips quirks into a smirk.
he winds an arm around one of her legs, skin against skin, callused fingers settling somewhere over her thigh and pressing hard enough to dip against tender muscle. his other hand squeezes tightly over hers as she threads their fingers together, anchoring them both to each other as he ducks down again. this time he tongues directly into her, shameless about how he breathes her in, tongue sliding as deep as he can reach.
the arm wrapped around her leg shifts, hauling himself closer to her, angling until he can let is hand slide up over the flat of her belly. feeling the tension held there, thumbing lightly over her navel, paying attention to any sound she makes, to how he can feel the muscle in her stomach twitch and flicker in response to his mouth and tongue, turning towards anything that gives him a bit more response and chasing it down. ]