[ He settles into it and by that warrant alone, Rey feels like she's doing a good job. He's not as expressive as she is. More reserved. But she can see it in the flush in his cheeks, in the darkness of his eyes, that he's struggling to be coherent right now. And his voice…
She adjusts accordingly, and it causes more unevenness in her movements at first, pulling her palm over the head. She has to figure out how to smoothly transition over the ridge of the head, into fisting nothing, and then pushing back down over him. It takes a few strokes, but she gets the hang of it.
And it's fine. It's good and fine and he's enjoying himself. He'll probably come this way. She can see the way he twitches and jerks and reacts to her touch. She can feel across the bond how drunk on this he is right now. But it's not what it was for her. At least, she doesn't feel like it is. He's too in control for it to possibly be as good.
While her practical knowledge might be slim, she does know some things. Like, for instance, the fact that there are men and women alike on Jakku who will take payment for their bodies. That their customers are not picky about the holes they occupy. There's this one species of alien, in fact, which — well. It's not really relevant. What's relevant is that she knows what a blowjob is. She's taken it, always, for something disgusting. Degrading. She'd been afraid that was what he wanted in exchange for her parents, and she would never sell herself. But this isn't quite that. It's different. It doesn't unnerve her.
He's slick with her own fluids, a fact which she is keenly aware of as she leans in and kisses the tip of his cock, Something slick and tacky comes away on her lips. She wets them, tastes it — it's damn near sour and musky — and looks up at him as if searching permission. Clarity. This is better, isn't it? Her mouth would be better. ]
he is a very subtle filmmaker
She adjusts accordingly, and it causes more unevenness in her movements at first, pulling her palm over the head. She has to figure out how to smoothly transition over the ridge of the head, into fisting nothing, and then pushing back down over him. It takes a few strokes, but she gets the hang of it.
And it's fine. It's good and fine and he's enjoying himself. He'll probably come this way. She can see the way he twitches and jerks and reacts to her touch. She can feel across the bond how drunk on this he is right now. But it's not what it was for her. At least, she doesn't feel like it is. He's too in control for it to possibly be as good.
While her practical knowledge might be slim, she does know some things. Like, for instance, the fact that there are men and women alike on Jakku who will take payment for their bodies. That their customers are not picky about the holes they occupy. There's this one species of alien, in fact, which — well. It's not really relevant. What's relevant is that she knows what a blowjob is. She's taken it, always, for something disgusting. Degrading. She'd been afraid that was what he wanted in exchange for her parents, and she would never sell herself. But this isn't quite that. It's different. It doesn't unnerve her.
He's slick with her own fluids, a fact which she is keenly aware of as she leans in and kisses the tip of his cock, Something slick and tacky comes away on her lips. She wets them, tastes it — it's damn near sour and musky — and looks up at him as if searching permission. Clarity. This is better, isn't it? Her mouth would be better. ]