There's an instant when she's laid out before him in his thoughts, not quite visualized, but not quite not. It's difficult to explain, the flash of understanding that Percy tends to absorb into himself so quickly that it becomes inextricable from the rest of his mind: it's more than a checklist of she likes this, she doesn't like that and less than the entirety of her, a sense of self-assurance wrapped up in newfound factual knowledge and newly established skills. He'd be hopeless at finding words for it, even in his own mind, but fortunately, he doesn't have to. I haven't mastered this task, but I'm going to is the sensation that settles into his body, and he's too focused to give it more thought than a moment's notice.
She's telling him what she wants, and he listens. More of everything, the suction of his mouth matching the rhythm of her clenched hand, a third finger joining the first two as they stretch into her. Less uncertainty, less second-guessing - no second-guessing, not when he can tell he's having an effect. He doesn't have a great sense of just how close she is, but she's squeezing tighter, tilting closer. All evidence suggests the answer is a complimentary one.
His hand closes tighter at her hip, and she doesn't have to pull him in when he'd be hard-pressed to get closer than he is, keeping her exactly where he wants her as his lips and the tip of his tongue make a full study of her clit. Whatever else is true, he's going to end tonight having done right by Vex'ahlia, or he's going to smother himself trying.
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Date: 2025-03-10 09:33 pm (UTC)She's telling him what she wants, and he listens. More of everything, the suction of his mouth matching the rhythm of her clenched hand, a third finger joining the first two as they stretch into her. Less uncertainty, less second-guessing - no second-guessing, not when he can tell he's having an effect. He doesn't have a great sense of just how close she is, but she's squeezing tighter, tilting closer. All evidence suggests the answer is a complimentary one.
His hand closes tighter at her hip, and she doesn't have to pull him in when he'd be hard-pressed to get closer than he is, keeping her exactly where he wants her as his lips and the tip of his tongue make a full study of her clit. Whatever else is true, he's going to end tonight having done right by Vex'ahlia, or he's going to smother himself trying.