[He nodded along; though more relaxed and at ease than he was before, some of Seraphina's performance here did get a little distracting when combined with her powerful pheromones filling the room. Considering he was finally pushing towards being ready, eagerness was filling him quickly and he had to hold back until she finished talking. Fortunately, he still managed to listen through the theater... and he did have the presence of mind to wonder...
Just how was he supposed to make her knees give out when she was sitting on the bed?
...Had to just purely be metaphor. It was Sera, after all. But he had the important stuff: Explore, tease her, make her feel good, and pay attention. He already had a good idea about that last one, or so he figured. He'd just have to not get so wrapped up as to lose focus on that.
One thing did give him pause though, and he even sounded a little incredulous at the thought.]
Biting? Seriously? It hadn't even crossed my mind. [Part of that was being green, not getting that some people might be into pain, but mostly, he... didn't imagine it would feel good either way. He shook his head.] I know you're just telling me where the lines are. But I wouldn't do that to you anyway. Hurting you is the last thing I want to do.
[He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It was sort of a centering gesture for him, something she'd no doubt seen him do before. A form of discipline he would use in training before putting himself to a task that would demand all of his attention. With hormones flaring high and his eagerness to please starting to bubble up, he readied himself. He would have fun. And he would give it his all.
All that was left was to follow his instinct. And maybe... give her a little theater in return. That felt right.]
I'd rather see you smile, your eyes flittering in pleasure. To hear you say my name in a fit of passion, for my ears alone. And if you ask me to make you weak in the knees...
[He doesn't bother finishing the sentiment. He doesn't need to.
Now, with her allowing him to explore to his heart's content, he took to it without hesitation, his hands moving from the bed, sliding to the outside of her thighs. His fingertips stroked them, feeling her soft, perfect skin, while he leaned in to press his lips into her inner thighs. He started out slow, almost sensual... he wasn't in any real hurry yet; still wanting to feel things out, explore, and gauge any reactions. Fortunately, he didn't stick to one spot or height; he kissed where he felt like, without hesitation or worry.
He switched between each thigh, gradually moving his way in toward her while his hands broadly stroked against her legs, moving up toward her waist. In fact, as his lips pressed into hers, he locked his hands behind her lower back, and pulled her slightly closer. His reticence was gone as he did so, replaced with a clear hunger for her, scarcely kept in check as his lips and tongue went to work, eyes still glancing up occasionally, to see just what he could pull out of her.]
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Just how was he supposed to make her knees give out when she was sitting on the bed?
...Had to just purely be metaphor. It was Sera, after all. But he had the important stuff: Explore, tease her, make her feel good, and pay attention. He already had a good idea about that last one, or so he figured. He'd just have to not get so wrapped up as to lose focus on that.
One thing did give him pause though, and he even sounded a little incredulous at the thought.]
Biting? Seriously? It hadn't even crossed my mind. [Part of that was being green, not getting that some people might be into pain, but mostly, he... didn't imagine it would feel good either way. He shook his head.] I know you're just telling me where the lines are. But I wouldn't do that to you anyway. Hurting you is the last thing I want to do.
[He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. It was sort of a centering gesture for him, something she'd no doubt seen him do before. A form of discipline he would use in training before putting himself to a task that would demand all of his attention. With hormones flaring high and his eagerness to please starting to bubble up, he readied himself. He would have fun. And he would give it his all.
All that was left was to follow his instinct. And maybe... give her a little theater in return. That felt right.]
I'd rather see you smile, your eyes flittering in pleasure. To hear you say my name in a fit of passion, for my ears alone. And if you ask me to make you weak in the knees...
[He doesn't bother finishing the sentiment. He doesn't need to.
Now, with her allowing him to explore to his heart's content, he took to it without hesitation, his hands moving from the bed, sliding to the outside of her thighs. His fingertips stroked them, feeling her soft, perfect skin, while he leaned in to press his lips into her inner thighs. He started out slow, almost sensual... he wasn't in any real hurry yet; still wanting to feel things out, explore, and gauge any reactions. Fortunately, he didn't stick to one spot or height; he kissed where he felt like, without hesitation or worry.
He switched between each thigh, gradually moving his way in toward her while his hands broadly stroked against her legs, moving up toward her waist. In fact, as his lips pressed into hers, he locked his hands behind her lower back, and pulled her slightly closer. His reticence was gone as he did so, replaced with a clear hunger for her, scarcely kept in check as his lips and tongue went to work, eyes still glancing up occasionally, to see just what he could pull out of her.]