( This isn't quite how he imagined things would go. His gentle teasing against Iri's neck, suddenly and violently interrupted by her breast whacking his cheek, causing him to bite down hard against her supple flesh. He pulls away-- not wanting to hurt her further, leaving a bright red mark against her neck.
Well.
Perhaps he ought to direct his attention elsewhere, starting by ghosting a gentle kiss against the mark, and trailing downward: to her shoulder, then wrapping his lips around her nipple, suckling against her gingerly. His hand, too, works against the unattended breast, twisting her skin between his fingertips, as his knee grinds against her panties. )
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Well.
Perhaps he ought to direct his attention elsewhere, starting by ghosting a gentle kiss against the mark, and trailing downward: to her shoulder, then wrapping his lips around her nipple, suckling against her gingerly. His hand, too, works against the unattended breast, twisting her skin between his fingertips, as his knee grinds against her panties. )