[ The whine is viscerally pleasing to his ears, similar to the pleading, and his fingers swiftly pop the cap on the bottle again as heat settles in his stomach. This is one of the best parts, despite his businesslike approach to the whole thing.
His fingers are slicked again, and then dip downwards, lightly biting on his tongue as he drags them over himself. Adelis has, after all, paid far too much attention to the other and hardly anything to himself-
But that can change, now, as he casually hooks a hand underneath Syrlya's leg, hitching it up a bit as he shifts himself forward. ]
Good boy.
[ And that is the only answer he gets before the grip on his hip shifts a bit downwards, to match the press of his hips forward. In contrast, the shaky breath as he sinks in is rather quiet, but the red of his face spreads further all the same. ]
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His fingers are slicked again, and then dip downwards, lightly biting on his tongue as he drags them over himself. Adelis has, after all, paid far too much attention to the other and hardly anything to himself-
But that can change, now, as he casually hooks a hand underneath Syrlya's leg, hitching it up a bit as he shifts himself forward. ]
Good boy.
[ And that is the only answer he gets before the grip on his hip shifts a bit downwards, to match the press of his hips forward. In contrast, the shaky breath as he sinks in is rather quiet, but the red of his face spreads further all the same. ]