[why wait for him to be in someone's mouth when he actually blushes and makes a cute face now? just from simply mentioning it and the ideas that pop in his mind. he's only glad she can't see, busy as she is at his ear and throat. not to mention, he was already feeling pretty hot from her lifting her hips encouragingly into his rocking.]

H, hah. As if my face isn't already cute?

[handsome, he means. handsome!

damn. the upper hand has been lost so easily, he needs to get it back. it's just hard to think straight or about anything else, or care about it, when he's in his current position. as she runs a hot line from ear to neck with her tongue, her ears are closer to his face. they're fuzzier than his but that doesn't stop him from nipping at the edge of it sharply or rocking into her again before finding a slow rhythm.]

You wanna find out? Because I wanna see what kind face you make when someone's in your mouth.