Don't you think a girl like me should be touched?
Hotaru is riveted as she watches Miles feed Sunjata, the shine of juice and the way it clings to both skin and lips on each respective man positively captivating. It makes it hard to so much as breathe, but as Miles turns and leans her way, Hotaru slides a hand up his spin and readjusts so she's not hovering over his shoulder any longer.
Miles' fingers caress her jaw, and she leans into it like a preening cat as she takes the peach between her teeth, half-lidded eyes keeping contact with Miles' the entire time. Her other hand comes up to slide up Miles' forearm to wrap gently around his wrist, keeping his hand there so she can lave the juices off his fingers and wrist with her tongue. Retreating, she turns into the hand that had been on her cheek and kisses his palm, letting her lips go lax and catch against the tip of his thumb the way she might a different body part. "You flatter me," she murmurs to Sunjata without ever taking her eyes off Miles. Smiling slowly, she drops his hand and puts hers on his thigh instead, thumb rubbing lazy strokes. Miles' laugh is shaky and affected, but he responds in much the same way, eyes still stuck on Ru's. "She is. You both are."
He takes his own bite of the peach then, letting the juices streak down his chin with a slight flush to his cheeks that makes it apparent it was intentional. There's little left of the fruit, so the pit and remaining flesh is put back in the bowl, and Miles reaches one hand to each of the lovers to draw them close to him. "Clean me up?" His voice his gone throaty, and Ru purrs in return, eagerly leaning in close to lave her tongue up his neck and over his jaw, catching the sweet remnants of juice. Slowly making her way to the corner of his mouth where she leaves a lingering kiss.
Miles' fingers caress her jaw, and she leans into it like a preening cat as she takes the peach between her teeth, half-lidded eyes keeping contact with Miles' the entire time. Her other hand comes up to slide up Miles' forearm to wrap gently around his wrist, keeping his hand there so she can lave the juices off his fingers and wrist with her tongue. Retreating, she turns into the hand that had been on her cheek and kisses his palm, letting her lips go lax and catch against the tip of his thumb the way she might a different body part. "You flatter me," she murmurs to Sunjata without ever taking her eyes off Miles. Smiling slowly, she drops his hand and puts hers on his thigh instead, thumb rubbing lazy strokes. Miles' laugh is shaky and affected, but he responds in much the same way, eyes still stuck on Ru's. "She is. You both are."
He takes his own bite of the peach then, letting the juices streak down his chin with a slight flush to his cheeks that makes it apparent it was intentional. There's little left of the fruit, so the pit and remaining flesh is put back in the bowl, and Miles reaches one hand to each of the lovers to draw them close to him. "Clean me up?" His voice his gone throaty, and Ru purrs in return, eagerly leaning in close to lave her tongue up his neck and over his jaw, catching the sweet remnants of juice. Slowly making her way to the corner of his mouth where she leaves a lingering kiss.
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