[The pressure of Irhya's tongue against sensitive flesh has his breathing catch, before letting go of it in a careful exhale as he watches her slight form settle between his legs, and the way her lips close around the tip of his length. A sensation and sight that both serve to send a certain pleasant ache through him, the suggestion of aroused tension that pools in his lower body.
There's the hint of fangs, if not the piercing of them, but it's a reminder to not push forward too suddenly or disrupt the care Irhya was clearly taking for him. Distantly, Emet-Selch also wondered if she intended to finish him like this- and if so, how patient she would be for any recovery. Well, it wasn't as though he couldn't take care of her one way or another, he supposed. For now, the warmth and wetness of her mouth was more than enough to take his attention, fangs not concerning him whatsoever.
Letting one hand rest against the edge of the mattress, the other brushes at the side of her face, pushing her hair back (even if it'll just fall forward again anyway). A gesture that's something like affectionate- and something he can even recognize as such, after a moment, though it doesn't stop him.]
[It must take a lot of willpower to sit so perfectly still and not try to nudge her along, judging by how he fidgets with her hair, but the gesture is much appreciated. She takes in as much of him as she can comfortably fit, which is a little over halfway at first, and then eases back up again, coming off him briefly with a juicy pop. But it's only for a few heartbeats, because soon she's back on him, repeating the motion while adding some strokes of her tongue to the underside.
Once she warms to the motion, to the margin of error she has, she decides to pick up the pace, pushing a little further each time she goes down. Her thumb and forefinger encircle the base, squeezing a little for added stimulation while keeping him steady. The other hand wanders, starting by pulling his trousers to his knees and then gliding up his inner thigh, looking for new areas of skin to touch.]
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There's the hint of fangs, if not the piercing of them, but it's a reminder to not push forward too suddenly or disrupt the care Irhya was clearly taking for him. Distantly, Emet-Selch also wondered if she intended to finish him like this- and if so, how patient she would be for any recovery. Well, it wasn't as though he couldn't take care of her one way or another, he supposed. For now, the warmth and wetness of her mouth was more than enough to take his attention, fangs not concerning him whatsoever.
Letting one hand rest against the edge of the mattress, the other brushes at the side of her face, pushing her hair back (even if it'll just fall forward again anyway). A gesture that's something like affectionate- and something he can even recognize as such, after a moment, though it doesn't stop him.]
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Once she warms to the motion, to the margin of error she has, she decides to pick up the pace, pushing a little further each time she goes down. Her thumb and forefinger encircle the base, squeezing a little for added stimulation while keeping him steady. The other hand wanders, starting by pulling his trousers to his knees and then gliding up his inner thigh, looking for new areas of skin to touch.]