"Mmm?" He hums softly, bending his head to run his tongue over the skin he's just cooled and his mouth is warm again, knows that the temperature change will play havoc on her senses. After all, he is a private man, but he had his chances years ago, with other, safer people. Chances where he had learnt tricks, and he's never forgotten any of them. "What was that Ise? Use your words."

But finally he moves on, moves down, planting kisses on her ribs. Her stomach concaves under his mouth and he kisses every inch there too, his hands finally releasing hers just so that he can touch more of her. On his knees, back bent and Creators that will probably ache tomorrow but it's worth it to hold her hips in place as he kisses them, mournful that he has to move his knee down to so. She had been so slick and warm against his thigh, his own towel slipped and gone and he can feel his cock hard against his belly as he settles again between her thighs, nudging his shoulders under them to keep her legs spread for him.

"You usually have such a clever tongue..." he breathes his words against her core and Creators he can see what must be his seed, leaking out of her, the sight enough to make him shudder. His own hips press down against the bed as he swallows, and he's being cruel he knows as he turns his head, presses a kiss to her inner thigh instead of where she wants it most. "What happened to it?"