[ before either of them get around to undressing tseng, there's something he wants to do first—to put his mouth on her properly, without any toys in the way. it's fortunate for him that aerith seems similarly inclined, especially as tseng lays her back against the pillows and then kisses his way down her stomach, feeling the way she shivers whenever he touches anything particularly sensitive.
because it's one of his favorite things to do, tseng is thorough about it, paying attention to every detail. as his lips press to skin he notes every place that makes her gasp or her skin twitch, returning to them again and again until aerith's breath is coming faster; only when he hears the first note of a moan in her breath does he finally duck his head between her thighs to press his mouth to her cunt instead, his tongue gentle against her clit as he explores what she likes best.
little by little, he works her up. with the same focus, the same determination, he teases out each little reaction he can manage—every whimper, every gasp, every shudder, every twitch of her thighs against his shoulders—until finally the tension in aerith's body reaches its peak and she trembles into orgasm below him. he coaxes her through it without hesitation, and only when she's gasping does he finally pull away.
a few minutes, that's what he'll give her—enough time to undress him and to catch her breath a little, before tseng retrieves the toy from wherever it is on the mattress and the whole thing begins again. ]
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because it's one of his favorite things to do, tseng is thorough about it, paying attention to every detail. as his lips press to skin he notes every place that makes her gasp or her skin twitch, returning to them again and again until aerith's breath is coming faster; only when he hears the first note of a moan in her breath does he finally duck his head between her thighs to press his mouth to her cunt instead, his tongue gentle against her clit as he explores what she likes best.
little by little, he works her up. with the same focus, the same determination, he teases out each little reaction he can manage—every whimper, every gasp, every shudder, every twitch of her thighs against his shoulders—until finally the tension in aerith's body reaches its peak and she trembles into orgasm below him. he coaxes her through it without hesitation, and only when she's gasping does he finally pull away.
a few minutes, that's what he'll give her—enough time to undress him and to catch her breath a little, before tseng retrieves the toy from wherever it is on the mattress and the whole thing begins again. ]