[ Oh. The wrecked quality to his voice shoots heat directly through her, but much as she revels in the rough, overwhelmed scrape to it, it's in direct contrast to how quiet he's been. Naturally, she has to wonder if she's making a fool of herself, clumsily fumbling through the motions, if he's still capable of such astounding self-restraint. Maybe he's only tolerating her exploratory attempts at getting him off, in that case. Determined to improve, she makes a sound of assent and drops her eyes to what she can see of her hand leading his, mimicking the twist to his wrist she'd witnessed earlier. ]
I am touching you.
[ She isn't even hiding the fact that she's being a brat, lips quirking at the technicality. From her position, she can only reach his chin and the underside of his jaw, nipping at it in concession to his want. A touch of a different kind, so to speak. ]
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I am touching you.
[ She isn't even hiding the fact that she's being a brat, lips quirking at the technicality. From her position, she can only reach his chin and the underside of his jaw, nipping at it in concession to his want. A touch of a different kind, so to speak. ]