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[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 good that there's no complaint--she would have at least moved more for his comfort, rather than anything else, but the position is so much better when she can get a bit of leverage; her hips shift up, a soft sound betraying her despite best efforts, though it doesn't really matter, does it? she's just never really let anyone hear her like this before, so it's something new, something novel enough to have her feel trepidation if only for the fact that she's so used to concealing everything. letting ethan into a few secrets, though, is beneficial for the both of them: just as her fingers, holding his head in place, is beneficial for the both of them, too.

her fingers keep him where she wants him, but his tongue is doing remarkable work--enough that she can almost forget where they are, that she can leave it aside for long enough to focus on the pleasure and not the circumstances surrounding it. gratefully, she hasn't felt her skin crawl with the urge to itch the entire time he's had his face there, pressed between her thighs, and she wants to drag out the small relief for as long as possible.

her hips move again, but this time it's to help his fingers--the idle teasing feels nice, but the hint, the gesture of what they could do is what drives her to squeeze at his hair, as though she's getting his attention; her voice is breathy but warm, commanding only in the sense that she knows what she wants and knows that he wants to give it, anyway. )

Would you put your fingers... ( she probably doesn't have to say it: there's a faint smile, but it's as she looks down at him, and then lets her head roll, slightly, long tresses of hair and the adornments in it shifting with the effort. ) Inside?

( and in case he needs more encouragement-- ) I'd like to feel you there when I come.

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[It's funny, really. He's not used to this in the least, from the position and act to how she speaks, how she makes her requests. It's a little warmer somehow, more careful and almost... demure, somehow, in spite of the request.

She's correct - he doesn't really need further prompting, and it's almost embarrassing, hearing it in the open air. Even so, it doesn't even slow him down. His gaze is hard to read but his actions are not,
efforts doubled up just the same.

That comes on the heels of complying with her request, fingers testing her entrance before sliding inside, grazing along her inner walls as if searching. He doesn't know if there's an equivalent, and ultimately it doesn't matter - as he sucks and laps at her clit and hood, his fingers are more for extra stimulation than anything. Warm, not entirely gentle... but when he does find her g-spot, she can bet he'll abuse it to help get her off.

Ah... it's a lot louder, too, he thinks. She's so wet, and the ease is almost enviable really. He doesn't think overmuch on the subject though, not with her hand gripping his hair to guide him and her body moving against the actions he's taking.

Yeah... he thinks he could do this more often, under the right circumstances.]

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( likely it's not something that he does often--and yet she benefits from that inexperience with the way that his fingers move, in that they're searching, teasing, brushing inside of her as though he's learning his way rather than just plunging in with reckless abandon. he's gentle, in some respects, and yet forward enough that it's nothing too soft: in fact, the further that his fingers move, the more that she thinks he's precisely determined enough about it to help push her over the edge. she's not thinking too hard about their surroundings, or about guiding him, in that moment; it's more about letting herself surrender to the feeling that she so rarely surrenders to by herself, let alone with other people. ethan is getting a special show, a special experience--they both are, in that respect, she thinks. and it's enjoyable to her in a way that's hard to put to words.

his mouth moves as dutifully as his fingers, and it's the combined effort of them, the combined stimulation, that ironically feels best. would he like it to be more than just his fingers there, more than his tongue lapping at her clit, teasing around against the damp press of her skin? she's not sure, and she wouldn't judge him for it either way. her hips move with his tongue, meeting him there, though his effort is more than enough, and her fingers go tighter in his hair, tugging carefully in warning.

it doesn't matter too much--it's just that her body goes tight around him, his fingers pressed in with the effort of her orgasm; it's just that her voice betrays her into a rush of sound, a moan that falls into the air with an almost delicate grace, warm and full of pleasure, as if she's finally been able to push past the calculating of her thoughts. her hips press into the touch, squeezing and going soft with each pulse of pleasure, a soft breath as she steadies herself, and her hand, and forces her fingers to go slack, brushing carefully back through ethan's hair as though in slight apology. it's sensitive enough there, between her thighs, that she almost coaxes his face back, tilts her own head and glances down at him with a faint smile. )

Well, that is certainly worth a return favor...

( with a soft laugh. after all, she doesn't feel itchy at all anymore. )

Are you alright?