[they're certainly questions he would answer if asked, at a later time or under different circumstances. he is, in many ways, his own oddity, operating under his own measures and morals. therein, those measures keep him settled in his task, contented to be there between her legs with no regard to his surroundings otherwise.
it's interesting to him how soft she feels compared to what he's used to - not a bad thing, by any means. merely different, and his breath catches only slightly when fingers curl in at the back of his head, seemingly pressed almost absently there. he's not a quiet partner, normally, and it at least makes him easy to read in this.
admittedly, he's glad that he reaction is as sharp and plain as it is - there had been some sense of wonder if it wouldn't just be... well, less. she sounds very pretty, he thinks, in her surprise - not that she didn't sound such prior. his moan as she grips and tugs at his hair is muffled against her skin, and his gaze turns upward to watch what he can past the shift of fabric and the swell of her breasts besides. his tongue is adept and curious, raking that ball against her clit and pausing only so that his mouth can press to the curve of her hood, suckling carefully there to test more reactions. his fingers keep up their idle teasing, but they aren't his focus - more, they're just seeking out other little reactions.
at first, he hears more than registers it when her leg lifts, shifting her high-cut skirt out of the way and allowing her to position as she likes. then, a heel presses into his back and he doesn't even try to stop the moan - if she's not careful, ningguang will find that heel pressing into metal along the base of his spine. still, the sensation assuredly doesn't trouble him - at least, not on any negative way. it seems only to increase his enthusiasm, honestly.]
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it's interesting to him how soft she feels compared to what he's used to - not a bad thing, by any means. merely different, and his breath catches only slightly when fingers curl in at the back of his head, seemingly pressed almost absently there. he's not a quiet partner, normally, and it at least makes him easy to read in this.
admittedly, he's glad that he reaction is as sharp and plain as it is - there had been some sense of wonder if it wouldn't just be... well, less. she sounds very pretty, he thinks, in her surprise - not that she didn't sound such prior. his moan as she grips and tugs at his hair is muffled against her skin, and his gaze turns upward to watch what he can past the shift of fabric and the swell of her breasts besides. his tongue is adept and curious, raking that ball against her clit and pausing only so that his mouth can press to the curve of her hood, suckling carefully there to test more reactions. his fingers keep up their idle teasing, but they aren't his focus - more, they're just seeking out other little reactions.
at first, he hears more than registers it when her leg lifts, shifting her high-cut skirt out of the way and allowing her to position as she likes. then, a heel presses into his back and he doesn't even try to stop the moan - if she's not careful, ningguang will find that heel pressing into metal along the base of his spine. still, the sensation assuredly doesn't trouble him - at least, not on any negative way. it seems only to increase his enthusiasm, honestly.]