[ He does love it. He loves it as much as he loves everything else about Celeste and that leaves him unable to truly complain about it. There's no longer a time for words, in any case, with how Celeste grips his hair and uses it to steer his face towards him.
It leaves Eli making a soft, needy noise against his lips, mouth gladly opening to the vampire's tongue. His own tongue will meet his to tangle with it, and all the while he finds and falls into a rhythm of moving his hips against Celeste. He slides how he's seated back a tiny bit, letting him readjust and angle himself to better grind against Celeste's own arousal.
If he was worried about being discovered before, that feels like a distant thought now. His focus has narrowed sharply and suddenly to only him and Celeste, right here, right now, to how they feel against one another and nothing more. ]
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It leaves Eli making a soft, needy noise against his lips, mouth gladly opening to the vampire's tongue. His own tongue will meet his to tangle with it, and all the while he finds and falls into a rhythm of moving his hips against Celeste. He slides how he's seated back a tiny bit, letting him readjust and angle himself to better grind against Celeste's own arousal.
If he was worried about being discovered before, that feels like a distant thought now. His focus has narrowed sharply and suddenly to only him and Celeste, right here, right now, to how they feel against one another and nothing more. ]