[Rufus Shinra wouldn't let just anyone touch his hair, would make certain anyone afforded the privilege was well aware of the rare opportunity it was. But he's not quite Rufus Shinra right now, even maskless, and the fact of the matter is he likes the feeling of fingers carding through the strands — odd affection he's almost never received from anyone, living or dead. It's charming, though, how she's grasping for some sliver of agency in her own pleasure now that he's affording her enough of an opportunity to try for it; though he's very overtly the one setting the pace, he doesn't resist much should she try to pull his head here or there to get his tongue in the places it feels best.]
Mmmmm.
[She's so slick and so soft, and notwithstanding all the other more despicable pursuits he's ever committed his mouth to advancing, he's undeniably skilled at this one. The undulations of his tongue are less aggressive than the pace of his fingers had been, more focused on stirring up sensation than overwhelming her with arousal — understandably so, when she's fresh off one orgasm and likely overstimulated for it.
But he's a delicate touch, both with the heel of his hand pressed against the bulge in his trousers and with the way his tongue circles and flicks at her clit, the way it parts her folds and dips down to test at her hole before flattening again for a lengthy lick back up again.
When he comes up for air, it's brief, and as much to get a word in edgewise as to refill his lungs for the next pass.]
Too much?
[He chuckles, more on the side of teasing than of taunting, but she does seem to like it when he talks to her with that edge of dark filth, so —]
ok but the spiderman pointing after this is going to be so fucking funny
Mmmmm.
[She's so slick and so soft, and notwithstanding all the other more despicable pursuits he's ever committed his mouth to advancing, he's undeniably skilled at this one. The undulations of his tongue are less aggressive than the pace of his fingers had been, more focused on stirring up sensation than overwhelming her with arousal — understandably so, when she's fresh off one orgasm and likely overstimulated for it.
But he's a delicate touch, both with the heel of his hand pressed against the bulge in his trousers and with the way his tongue circles and flicks at her clit, the way it parts her folds and dips down to test at her hole before flattening again for a lengthy lick back up again.
When he comes up for air, it's brief, and as much to get a word in edgewise as to refill his lungs for the next pass.]
Too much?
[He chuckles, more on the side of teasing than of taunting, but she does seem to like it when he talks to her with that edge of dark filth, so —]
Should I stop?
[The bastard.]