[The coil of head in her belly sparks at the way she can feel his pulse beneath his skin, the reflexive twitch almost fascinating.]

Well, why wouldn't I? Everyone deserves to hear something nice, you know.

[Oh, she liked hearing his little noises, every hitch in his breath and each moan making her more confident than the last, until she was sinking to her knees with a thoughtful little hum. When she speaks again, she's eyeing the hole in the wall, her breath ghosting across bare skin as she grins.]

Tighter it is!

[She sounds far too cheerful for this, one hand on the wall to keep her balance as she starts to pump his length in earnest. He seemed to like the way she touched the tip before, giving it the slightest squeeze before an idea strikes, and she can't help but feel a little smug.]

Though maybe we need a little something extra... I don't want you to chafe, after all.

[Which is the only warning he gets before the next slide of her hand towards the tip is followed by a long swipe of her tongue, from root to the base of the head.]