[ if he listens as she pushes to free his cock and stroke at it - the way she touches it is, as she tends towards, slow and exploratory, letting her fingers feel out the shape and length and the warmth underneath, rubbing gentle circles over the head with the pad of her thumb - he can hear her breathing pick up. there's a moment or so that she seems almost focused on it and there's a lull in how she returns the kisses, doubtless comparing the feeling to what she remembers and luxuriating in the fact that it's the same, but every time he nips at her there's a pause in her breathing in favor of a whine, or more like a moan, from deep in her throat ]
Ah, you - there isn't any reason for you to hold yourself back, is there...? I -
[ and then there's a pause. it's nothing she can put her finger on but it feels easier in this moment, somehow, to admit to it - because they're only dreaming? because of a type interaction? she doesn't know, but what she says is, ]
It's - ... the same for me, too - ... even though the scar that I was given is still there, you ... with that body, didn't you end up healing very quickly...? Even if it needs to be done daily, I - ...
Just a little bit, marking you - would be fine, wouldn't it...?
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Ah, you - there isn't any reason for you to hold yourself back, is there...? I -
[ and then there's a pause. it's nothing she can put her finger on but it feels easier in this moment, somehow, to admit to it - because they're only dreaming? because of a type interaction? she doesn't know, but what she says is, ]
It's - ... the same for me, too - ... even though the scar that I was given is still there, you ... with that body, didn't you end up healing very quickly...? Even if it needs to be done daily, I - ...
Just a little bit, marking you - would be fine, wouldn't it...?