[ Yang won't begrudge him this-- because she wants this just as much, revels in their closeness where every breath is mingled with his and all she can taste is his mouth. All she can feel is his skin beneath her hand, the wet glide of his tongue against hers, his weight pressing down in such a manner that she almost wants to squirm, just to see what he'll do.
She doesn't, but her fingers curl and press at his back, and that noise will be a little more pronounced into his mouth. ]
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She doesn't, but her fingers curl and press at his back, and that noise will be a little more pronounced into his mouth. ]