*fights the overwhelming urge to shut his eyes and utterly lose himself to sensation (oh, you're humming, and for once he knows it)* *flutters trembling hands over your hair, twining the loose curls around his fingers over and over again—so impossibly soft, he doesn't dare clutch any harder for fear you might slip away like the dream you are (too perfect to be real)*
*exhales hotly against your lips and surges up to meet your kiss, fingers tangling at the nape of your neck, his other palm skating over your hip, down your leg* *mouths your name again and again (Káni, Káni), and now his fingertips trail a ticklish line up the inside of your thigh—higher and higher, until he cannot but know your need, and the gentle crook and slide of his fingers is every bit as coaxing (gorgeous girl, oh, be mine?)*