[ She tenses a little but it's quickly forgotten in the rough groan of his voice, the feel of his tongue rasping over her skin. Yeah, they seem pretty well matched on starved for affection, because even that much praise makes her shudder and work her hand a little more firmly over him like a reward.

She makes a soft noise into the kiss-- and a sharper one, when his hand goes between her legs; even with pants on she's hot and it's fairly obvious she's pretty fucking wet and maybe she should have taken those off a while ago. She was busy however. And frankly still is-- she pulls back from the kiss a little to whisper, hasty, without slowing her hand: ]

Y-you don't-- have to. Sett.