( there hadn't really been a lot of thought into what it would actually feel like. eunyu anticipated enjoying herself of course, naturally expected it would feel good — but she overlooked the fact of how sensitive she is, having the breath knocked out of her lungs at the first swipe, instinctively scooting away from his touch. right. managing expectations, she settles back in place, tilting her hips up towards his mouth while he starts moving on her earnest. honestly, eunyu has no idea what he's doing, but there's a pool in her lower belly that feels like it's made out of molten honey, making her wet and fidgety, tightening her hold on his hair until it pulls at his roots.
she tries hard to be silent, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep them shut — but when he sucks her clit she cries out, instinctively bringing up her free hand to bite down on the sleeve of hyunsu's jacket, muffling herself. there's a halfhearted glance to the curtain, although being caught isn't really at the forefront of her mind anymore — it's all focused on the centralized spot of getting hyunsu to do that again.
when she's confident she can speak without moaning, she pets her hand gently through his hair, to get his attention. )
More of — that. Whatever that was. Do that.
( prepared this time, she slaps her hand over her mouth. )
[Hyunsu wasn't really sure what to expect, either. He didn't think about what she'd taste like or how much he'd like it or what having her writhing in her seat because of his attention would do to him. When she pulls his hair he moans softly, distantly aware that his cock is straining painfully against the fabric of his jeans. He's not really concerned about that now, though. He's too focused on Eunyu.
He hums softly in acknowledgement of what she tells him, his gaze flickering up to watch her cover her mouth. There's something about her struggling to keep herself quiet that is...extremely gratifying and any uncertainty he may have been feeling is fully stripped away. Happy to do as he's told, he does what she asks, focusing on teasing her clit with his lips and tongue, But that doesn't feel like enough. He wants to touch her, too, so he lets his hand move to caress the thigh she has flung over his shoulder.]
( it's almost drugging, the feeling. moored only by her fist in his hair, eunyu shivers against him, panting into the denim of his jacket, watching the flash of his pink tongue every time it curls around her clit. the amount of eye contact is probably weird, but she can't look away from him, pressed up against the folds of her cunt, tonguing her like he'll die without it. chest rising and falling, she whines past her muffle, eyebrows drawing together.
she pets him again, begging for a break, pulling his mouth away from her so she can smudge her arousal against his lips with her thumb, her moaning simmering down to long, labored breaths. eventually she nods, feeding him one of her fingers. )
Finger me. You — it's like this. ( eunyu twists her wrist, so she can press the pad of her fingertip against the roof of his mouth, rubbing back and forth against his hard palate. eventually, she gives him another finger — she can probably take two. three is pushing it. ) Like that. Go — go slow.
( when she's sure he gets it, she leaves him to it, sinking her teeth into the denim at her cuff. )
[He lets her pull him away with out resistance, gazing up at her a little dazed, blinking as she brushes her thumb against his glistening lips. He would not have expected his arousal to spike as powerfully as it does when she presses her fingers into his mouth, but it happens and he releases a sound that might best be described as a whimper as she rubs the roof of his mouth.
Still, he manages to focus on her words, nodding slightly as he sucks on her fingers. Yes, he can do that. He'd even been tempted before she said anything, but wasn't sure how welcome it would be. Perhaps he should have followed his instincts. When she pulls away, he leans in to kiss to her inner thigh, needy and affectionate, before he pressing a finger inside her. He goes slowly like she asked, starting with one finger to let her get used to it, gently looking for a rhythm that works for her, trying to mimic what her fingers did inside his mouth.]
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she tries hard to be silent, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep them shut — but when he sucks her clit she cries out, instinctively bringing up her free hand to bite down on the sleeve of hyunsu's jacket, muffling herself. there's a halfhearted glance to the curtain, although being caught isn't really at the forefront of her mind anymore — it's all focused on the centralized spot of getting hyunsu to do that again.
when she's confident she can speak without moaning, she pets her hand gently through his hair, to get his attention. )
More of — that. Whatever that was. Do that.
( prepared this time, she slaps her hand over her mouth. )
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He hums softly in acknowledgement of what she tells him, his gaze flickering up to watch her cover her mouth. There's something about her struggling to keep herself quiet that is...extremely gratifying and any uncertainty he may have been feeling is fully stripped away. Happy to do as he's told, he does what she asks, focusing on teasing her clit with his lips and tongue, But that doesn't feel like enough. He wants to touch her, too, so he lets his hand move to caress the thigh she has flung over his shoulder.]
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she pets him again, begging for a break, pulling his mouth away from her so she can smudge her arousal against his lips with her thumb, her moaning simmering down to long, labored breaths. eventually she nods, feeding him one of her fingers. )
Finger me. You — it's like this. ( eunyu twists her wrist, so she can press the pad of her fingertip against the roof of his mouth, rubbing back and forth against his hard palate. eventually, she gives him another finger — she can probably take two. three is pushing it. ) Like that. Go — go slow.
( when she's sure he gets it, she leaves him to it, sinking her teeth into the denim at her cuff. )
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Still, he manages to focus on her words, nodding slightly as he sucks on her fingers. Yes, he can do that. He'd even been tempted before she said anything, but wasn't sure how welcome it would be. Perhaps he should have followed his instincts. When she pulls away, he leans in to kiss to her inner thigh, needy and affectionate, before he pressing a finger inside her. He goes slowly like she asked, starting with one finger to let her get used to it, gently looking for a rhythm that works for her, trying to mimic what her fingers did inside his mouth.]
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