[ well, if he's just going to expose himself like that, then maybe she can get back at him for the phone - just a little, at least. she kisses again, moves down an inch, licks-
and bites in, harder than the last time. a deeper, less shallow grab to the shoulder - less sting and more ache. ]
[ she's starting to understand those little signals she's been seeing the whole time. it's... endearing. cute. it makes her want to go a little bit farther every time, as long as he doesn't dislike it-
the bite turns into little reassurances, licks and kisses - and more pain, too, sucking at the mark hard enough to be audible. ]
[he can be as subtle as a brick to the face when he wants to be, but he is... shy, in this.
he flushes deeply, hearing the sounds her mouth on him makes. but it doesn't seem entirely fair to stay silent when she's being so enthusiastic, treating him so well. so he parts his lips, lets his shaky little exhale escape with the slightest bit of vocalization, a tiny moan of encouragement.]
[ her breath catches in her throat; there's a stirring in her skirt, a gentle prod at dan heng's upper thigh. she pulls away, murmurs into his ear- ]
...do you like it when it hurts a little?
[ she doesn't bother to wait for his response before licking all up the shell of his ear. if he won't vocalize for her, she'll just have to make him. ]
[he is learning his ears are sensitive in the way that happens, sometimes, where it happens to him and he's like oh i guess i knew that and forgot and oh aeons holy shit.
fussy tailtwitches of the sort where the tip of his tail is tickling the back of her knee. and he whines, almost inaudibly soft, in the back of his throat, but still does it.]
[ well, that feels nice. a soft chuckle actually escapes her, and even though she's starting to harden up against him the mood is gentler than it has been since her arrival. ]
I like it when you make those sounds.
[ a gentle kiss against his ear, this time - halfway between apology and reminder of the bite. ]
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[ her beloved trashphone...!! she needs that, dan heng!
well. not much to do but squish now. ]
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then pats her head.]
Later.
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[ just. the most grumpy lineface. and she can't even complain, because- ]
Why do headpats have to be so nice...
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[escalating to petting her hair.]
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[ that's not a yes. ]
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[winding his tail around her legs.]
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and bites in, harder than the last time. a deeper, less shallow grab to the shoulder - less sting and more ache. ]
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the bite turns into little reassurances, licks and kisses - and more pain, too, sucking at the mark hard enough to be audible. ]
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he flushes deeply, hearing the sounds her mouth on him makes. but it doesn't seem entirely fair to stay silent when she's being so enthusiastic, treating him so well. so he parts his lips, lets his shaky little exhale escape with the slightest bit of vocalization, a tiny moan of encouragement.]
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...do you like it when it hurts a little?
[ she doesn't bother to wait for his response before licking all up the shell of his ear. if he won't vocalize for her, she'll just have to make him. ]
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(he does like bullying. both ways.)
but the heat of her tongue along the edge of his ear, previously unmolested, gets a little gasp from him.]
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That's not an answer.
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[a little snippish. he was working on it!!!]
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but she bites down nonetheless, her tongue flicking forward against his auricle. ]
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fussy tailtwitches of the sort where the tip of his tail is tickling the back of her knee. and he whines, almost inaudibly soft, in the back of his throat, but still does it.]
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I like it when you make those sounds.
[ a gentle kiss against his ear, this time - halfway between apology and reminder of the bite. ]
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[hhhhesitates. then, voice softer.]
It's not easy to let them out.
[Aware of Hog, but, that seems like an important distinction to make.]
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[ a beat. ]
Is it easier?
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[ another gentle kiss to the same spot. for a moment, she just lingers there - her lips on his ear, silent and still.
and then she pulls back, looking down into his eyes. ]
Dan Heng. Can I make a request of you?
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Of course.
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