I don't need my ego stroked as much as Claude does.
[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
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[ Hilda's tone matches Sylvain's - it's playful and light much like her fingers as they dance across the top of Claude's pants. Her fingernails drag lightly against the skin there before they pause at the button. Her mouth presses a warm kiss slow and sweet to his thumb, taking it in her mouth to swirl and suck it languidly. When she releases it she casts a fleeting glance over her shoulder towards Sylvain.
Hilda's eyes light up at the sight. There's no hiding the way her eyes trail the motion of his hand as he teases himself. It's not hard to conjure the images of their night in the Feywild maze and how it felt to have him touch her. Warmth breaks against her skin as an impish smile breaks across her lips. ]
We like complimenting you though, Sylvain. But... [ Her voice trails off as she turns back towards Claude, humming in thought. ] I guess you're right. There are other places to use mouths. Like here -
[ Her lips press against Claude's abdomen again to leave a mark of adoration against his skin. Before her lips decide on the next place her fingers make work of the button of his pants, slowly wriggling them down his legs. Her lips find the inside of his thighs, pressing kisses to both of them, using her teeth to drag lightly against sensitive skin. ]
Or here.
[ She gazes up, eyes brimming with feigned innocence, the question she poses to the pair of them. ]
Anywhere else?