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[He does pay attention, eyes following as she maneuvers his hand. With a quick smile of acknowledgment(?) he leans in to kiss below her ear, scraping his teeth against the skin.]

[ A short inhale, and then a chuckle of amusement. ]

You do listen well, here I thought I'd have to ask for that. [ Her hand curls over the back of his head, distinctly encouraging. ] A bit harder, but don't draw blood. [ She is taking zero chances with that again. ]

[Humming affirmatively into her hair and biting down with more or less the same caution as before - letting his teeth sink in slowly so he has time to stop when commanded.]

[ As he bites down, her fingers curl into his hair and her back arches to shift her just a bit closer to him. ]

Right there. [ If he's sparing any attention for it, he'll hear that her voice is more breath than words. It's as much the careful, deliberate way he follows her directives as the physical touch. ]

[Stopping at that degree of pressure, then - making note of it, too, for the future.]

[ A soft note that might have been a sigh, or possibly a failed first attempt at speaking. Damn her weakness for someone following orders. ]

Keep going. [ If he hits the other two points she showed him before then perfect, though she's more interested in how he does it than where. ] I'll bite you back soon enough, I promise.

[Another soft affirmative sound, and the bite becomes a kiss, lips trailing down to her collarbone. Almost reverent in the way he sinks his teeth into the proffered skin once more.]

[ He's turning out to be quite the quick study, which surprises her a little; usually this takes confidence. Either way, judging by the soft, encouraging sounds she makes at the touch of his lips, punctuated with a tiny hiss when he bites again, she'll happily take it. ]

[ In case he needs some more explicit feedback: ] Don't stop.

[She did wish for this, after all. Looking up to her with something close to a smirk, he shifts to the front of her shoulder, biting down once more, breath warm against her skin.]

[ Sir, smirking at her is not going to get you dragged into bed less often. She chuckles around a winded breath. ]

Smartass. [ This is definitely, unmistakably a compliment. After a moment she pulls back from his mouth, grabbing a handful of his shirt to tug him along with her as she stretches out on her back. ] You just talked yourself into some extra credit.

[ But first she intends to drag him on top of her so she can kiss that smirk right off his mouth, and this time it doesn't take any blood to catch her interest. ]

Oh, did I?

[Moving with her, leaning into the kiss with less hesitation than before.]

Mmhmm. [ Kissing him wins out over banter, especially when he's loosening up which is her favorite part of this. Her hands bunch the cloth of his shirt like she's going to tug it off, but no. Her hand curls around his to maneuver it as she did before, to show him where she wanted his mouth. ]

[ She breaks off the kiss so he can pay proper mind to what she's asking for. ] Let's see what that smart mouth can do.

[ His fingertips start at the hollow of her throat, moving down the midline of her chest and down to the ornament of her navel piercing, over to the turn of her hip where his fingers catch on soft black lace -- maybe she wants him to remove it? But no, she guides his touch down the top of her leg halfway to her knee, pauses, and then moves his fingers to brush up the inside of her thigh, slowly, and it's not quite clear who she's teasing. But it is only a tease, she guides his hand up the crook of her leg and back to her hip, brushing up her belly, and then slowly over the swell of her breast, up her neck where she turns her head to nip at his fingertips. ]

You've got all that? [ Distinctly challenging, unmistakably heated. ]

[A pause, the closest his gentle smile comes to disbelief - that she would be interested in so much from him of all people - but it remains a gentle smile nonetheless.]

I believe so.

[Shifting again - aiming to press his lips to her throat, right where she indicated at the start.]

[ It might comfort him that she considers this nothing special, but she wouldn't think to say something so obvious. In any case, the way his expression shifts the slightest bit gives her a feeling that she's right to ease him in, because this isn't very much at all. ]

You can use your tongue if it's not a good place for biting. [ Her fingers curl into his hair. ] I'll tell you if I have a specific request, otherwise do as you like.

[A hum - he does seem to enjoy the feeling of her hand in his hair. But with that direction, he begins in earnest, teeth scraping over her throat before he begins trailing his lips down her chest.]

[ Chuckling warmly, her grip on his hair tightens just a hint. Enough to keep his attention without being too distracting. And she sighs as he moves down her chest, keeping quiet for now, curious what he'll do if she leaves him to it for a bit. ]

[Down, down he goes, teeth catching briefly on that navel piercing before making his way to her hip, then thigh, slow and lingering. But it's on the inner part that he actually pauses. Not only his teeth, but also his tongue, evidently aiming to leave a mark if she'll allow it.]

[ When his teeth tug her piercing she hisses softly, it's still a bit sore, which isn't to say she minds. The real reaction happens when he bites at her thigh, the wordless sound she makes is more appreciation than surprise, but some of that too, and she tugs sharply on his hair, though not by any stretch trying to pull his mouth away. ]

Brazen thing. [ A bit winded now, yes ]

[He laughs softly into her skin before trailing down to the back of her knee, before making his way up once more - eyes on hers once he reaches her belly.]

[ Her hand slips out of his hair and to the back of his neck, her nails pressing divots in his skin with the threat of breaking it. And just watching him, propped on an elbow, curious whether it's her nature or both of theirs that has her feeling anything like a real connection only when they're doing this. ]

[ Nothing she's going to get fussed over, especially with better things to focus on. Her head falls back against the bed and she makes a soft, pleased sound. ]

[He sucks in a breath as her nails dig into his skin, and he can't help but pause to take it in for a moment before he continues, stopping again at her breast as his teeth find purchase.]

[ As he moves her hand slides down his spine to give the same treatment to his back and the join of his wings. She may raise welts here and there as she's not being entirely careful, focused as she is on the way his mouth moves on her skin. Her breathing is heavy enough to be audible, but even if not he'll feel it in the way her chest rises and falls. ]

[Her reactions are practically a reward all on their own, and slowly, finally, he makes it back to her neck. His teeth dig in slightly, finding that sweet spot in the pressure applied.]

[ The sound she makes when his teeth press into her neck technically qualifies as a hum, but it's sharp and abbreviated and breathless so she's not fooling anyone. Her hands bunch in his clothes, aimless for the moment. ]

You can fix these up after, right? [ She could do this the patient, reasonable way, but why ]

Yes, I can repair them.

[So she can do her worst.]

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