[The sound of his own name, his real name, sends a shiver through him, racing down the length of his spine, a shudder she'll see roll through his shoulders from her vantage point. He gives a playful nip at the inside of her thigh, a light scrape of teeth that's too careful to cause any real pain, followed by another smile that she'll undoubtedly be able to feel curl against her as he presses a kiss to that same spot to soothe it.]
Perhaps you'd prefer it if I stopped talking.
[Which, to be perfectly fair, is what his intention had been regardless. Rather than offer her any more of his bedroom banter, he dips downwards, his head disappearing between her legs as the familiar stroke of his fingers is replaced by something else entirely, soft heat taking the place of pressure as he parts her folds with his tongue, followed by the press of lips, his hand curling tightly against her thigh as he keeps one of her legs firmly over his shoulder.
If she doesn't want him to ask questions any longer, then very well— he's occupied.]
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Perhaps you'd prefer it if I stopped talking.
[Which, to be perfectly fair, is what his intention had been regardless. Rather than offer her any more of his bedroom banter, he dips downwards, his head disappearing between her legs as the familiar stroke of his fingers is replaced by something else entirely, soft heat taking the place of pressure as he parts her folds with his tongue, followed by the press of lips, his hand curling tightly against her thigh as he keeps one of her legs firmly over his shoulder.
If she doesn't want him to ask questions any longer, then very well— he's occupied.]