"Ah, yes. I forgot." Lilja exhales a little laugh, watching as Rhea'li moves in slow, methodical measure. It's strange, almost soothing, where he traces the grooves of her joints curiously. "I much prefer—" a hitch of breath as his face presses in and that tongue draws a line up to her clit, one hand threading delicate fingers through his hair (and being careful of pinching, as it turns out), "to just give in... haah..."

Light suction makes her hips shift, the scrape and stretch of joints almost audible and tactile, with hands on her waist. It's all smooth and firm up to her belly, the edge hidden mostly by cloth where it transitions to more of that stretchy, more pliable material. The more he takes his time, the more she shifts and shivers, guiding his tongue with minute motions. It's been a minute since she was last in this position, she thinks - both in being serviced thus and in the intrinsic sense of control. That last bit is almost novel, if she's honest.