She draped over him light as a garment, bit his neck hard when he bared it to her; once, twice, and then relented, pressing her face into the crook where his neck met his shoulder and closing her eyes. His gravel-rough voice vibrated through her, and she was still, her pleasure almost a palpable thing.

"I do," she hummed against his skin, unrepentant, body slackening still further under his ministrations. She arched and bowed towards them subtly. Her hands smoothed up his chest.

Warmly, "And here you are, reinforcing the behavior." She tsked at him while her thumbs, both cool, glided up the sides of his own neck, massaging slowly.