[ he's running on instincts here, following where his lips take him and, more importantly, where she urges him to go. he's never been an expert at this, not at sex and especially not at beaming with confidence when it comes to steering it along. but at the very least, he's good at giving things plenty of attention.
because he's definitely good at listening; she may not be the breeze of the woods, leaving hints of tracks and pathways with birdsong, but he can hear the way she breathes, his head tilted just enough for his ear to hover close to her chest, the beat of her heart urging him on. it's that which he guides himself on, to follow on what she likes.
and when she stretches back her neck, arching with an invitation to her chest, he can't deny the intent to descend further, open mouthed kisses painting trails along the lines of her collar, soft pale skin tasting sweet on his lips. giving a slow tug to her bra strap, he glides it down her arm but doesn't proceed beyond that, just giving himself enough room to bring his mouth to the height of her breast, suckling gently at the softer skin there peeking out from behind the cup. ]
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because he's definitely good at listening; she may not be the breeze of the woods, leaving hints of tracks and pathways with birdsong, but he can hear the way she breathes, his head tilted just enough for his ear to hover close to her chest, the beat of her heart urging him on. it's that which he guides himself on, to follow on what she likes.
and when she stretches back her neck, arching with an invitation to her chest, he can't deny the intent to descend further, open mouthed kisses painting trails along the lines of her collar, soft pale skin tasting sweet on his lips. giving a slow tug to her bra strap, he glides it down her arm but doesn't proceed beyond that, just giving himself enough room to bring his mouth to the height of her breast, suckling gently at the softer skin there peeking out from behind the cup. ]