[With each pause, the feeling of the wet heat of her mouth tightening around him, it took concentration to hold still. To not press into her touch, or shift, or arch, or do anything to disrupt the deliberation of her movements. But the tension is nonetheless noticeable, muscles repeatedly tensing underneath her.
It was a dangerous game, perhaps, but Emet-Selch felt no real concern; whatever happened, happened. And though he appears relatively collected, his lips remain slightly parted, occasionally sucking in a sharper breath, fighting off a shudder. And his skin is faintly flushed, feeling somehow warmer, despite the transfer of blood.]
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It was a dangerous game, perhaps, but Emet-Selch felt no real concern; whatever happened, happened. And though he appears relatively collected, his lips remain slightly parted, occasionally sucking in a sharper breath, fighting off a shudder. And his skin is faintly flushed, feeling somehow warmer, despite the transfer of blood.]