( Those hands don't leave his hair, but gosh, she comes close to it, when biting her lip, her tongue, feels like it isn't going to be enough to keep her quiet as his tongue works her folds and begins to slip in and out, and Serah's only distant thought is that she probably tastes like a mix of both of them after their tryst in the grass.
The only one other than the oh god, please, more which is voiced in her rocking hips and the heavy pants of breath exhaled every time his tongue or lips hit just the right spot between her legs. Her chest shudders as she tries to stop her breathing from being too loud, too obvious, head lolling back against the table. )
Oh, Noct--
( Okay, so maybe the being quiet thing isn't going entirely according to plan, and when the whimper slips from her lips, Serah's hand untangles itself and claps to her mouth, trying to shut herself up. )
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The only one other than the oh god, please, more which is voiced in her rocking hips and the heavy pants of breath exhaled every time his tongue or lips hit just the right spot between her legs. Her chest shudders as she tries to stop her breathing from being too loud, too obvious, head lolling back against the table. )
Oh, Noct--
( Okay, so maybe the being quiet thing isn't going entirely according to plan, and when the whimper slips from her lips, Serah's hand untangles itself and claps to her mouth, trying to shut herself up. )