I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked out twice
Praise is... so strangely effective, even more so than the arching of Hotaru's body, than the fingers trailing down his own body. All of this is new, but he's finding it easier and easier to lean into it, to tease with the slow circle of his thumb, with the wide grin that spreads over his face when she looks at him, runs her fingers through his hair, a detour on her true goal. A tongue dips out between Nate's lips, his eyes slowly panning to follow her fingers, to watch their dip into her folds. He's maybe a touch too intense, but how else is he going to learn?
"So before it was earning, and now it's helping you out?" He snarks dryly, though it doesn't stop his hand from drifting further up her thigh, an uncharacteristically shy hesitation in his fingers. It seems to pass quickly though, or is at least hidden quickly, fingers more confident than they have any right to be delving between Hotaru's legs. There's no tact, no careful motions, just a too hard circular motion, and a brow raised upwards, like Nate immediately expects to be praised again.
"So before it was earning, and now it's helping you out?" He snarks dryly, though it doesn't stop his hand from drifting further up her thigh, an uncharacteristically shy hesitation in his fingers. It seems to pass quickly though, or is at least hidden quickly, fingers more confident than they have any right to be delving between Hotaru's legs. There's no tact, no careful motions, just a too hard circular motion, and a brow raised upwards, like Nate immediately expects to be praised again.
Ain't no stoppin' me tonight
I'ma get all the things I like
NATE
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