[ it's obvious he's skirting an edge, poised to topple over. some merciless impulse in her nearly slows, just to gauge how far she might push him to whining and writhing; the logical, adrenalized part of her recognizes they don't have the time for her to revel in it, only this small window of opportunity for indulgence.
it'd be cruel to deny him what he'd so easily given her. and so she flicks her wrist, stroking him with faster tugs. unrepentant, almost, in her attempt to push him over quickly. at the very least, she has the sensibility — and the kindness — to flatten her palm to hs mouth, just before she replaces it with the insistent press of lips, swallowing down whatever noises of chishiya's break through the surface. ]
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it'd be cruel to deny him what he'd so easily given her. and so she flicks her wrist, stroking him with faster tugs. unrepentant, almost, in her attempt to push him over quickly. at the very least, she has the sensibility — and the kindness — to flatten her palm to hs mouth, just before she replaces it with the insistent press of lips, swallowing down whatever noises of chishiya's break through the surface. ]