[ He sucks a pleasant hum across her dampened skin, entrenching himself a little further in the loose bracket of her thighs. As soft as the last time, as strong as ever. His connection with her breaks over a kiss and he leans up to stamp his lips in a low arc across the warm swath of her belly. Impressive and beautiful both, she's as much a sight in the rumpled divot of his sheets as she was looming over him, ready to claim her victory. Just putting his clothes back on was difficult. ]

Is it ever enough? [ It's an unfair facet of his, he knows. To be privy to the sorts of thoughts that ambiently drift across her awareness, like just how threatening an open heart can be. ] I'm actually hard to satisfy, you know.

[ Which seems at odds with the sensitivity of his nature, but he's honest with her in his playful rebuff, grip smoothing over the toned muscle of her leg. ]

Unless someone is letting go. Not an easy feat, is it?

[ Holding back is difficult; cleaving open to the torrential rush of letting go is also difficult. Kizuna ducks to scrape his teeth over the fluttering band of her inner thigh, bringing them together to worry skin to redness. It's his prelude to the softness of his tongue as his mouth returns to her, twining thick and wet with the walls of her cunt as he tastes her in earnest. ]