[The noise she makes doesn't carry much through the water, more perceptible as a vibration where their mouths press together. After a few more moments, her back hits the bottom, and she rolls them to pin him down to the sand instead.]
[ Indeed, it probably just gets lost as bubbles. Which is fine, because there's something novel about the serene, muffled sound down on the seabed. It's certainly not anything he's experienced before.
Likewise, his oof at being flipped and pinned is entirely inaudible. And it takes him a moment to adjust to the shifted perspective - the sky seen from the sea floor, Maki outlined by the filtered, shifting sunlight. ]
[As he takes his moment, she finally breaks the kiss for long enough to look him over herself, smiling a little even as her abused lip tints the water slightly red with blood.
Then her grip on his clothes shifts, her pointed nails digging in to rip a hole big enough for her to work her hand inside and trace over his bare skin.]
[ Good thing he bought off all those nasty chest scars! Also, she owes him a new shirt later.
Not that he seems to care much, using his now much stronger wings and the buoyancy of the water to shift up into the touch, his own hands dragging her closer so that he can scrape his teeth along the curve of her throat. ]
[He can ask Intensity to fix it. Surely that would be a natural and non-awkward conversation.
She leans in at an angle that wouldn't be possible without the water, and the gills at her neck flare as his teeth pass close to them, and her claws dig in slightly at his ribs.]
But really, her gills flaring like that is an invitation, right? He's taking it as one anyway, pressing closer to drag them between his fangs, tongue running along the underside. This no doubt means an even harsher dig into his ribs, but he transparently doesn't mind. ]
[His attention to her neck already makes her shiver more than it normally would. His fangs making contact with her gills is intense, between the filaments being very sensitive and the feeling being totally unfamiliar. She would gasp if that was a thing that was possible using her current respiratory technique.
Since she can't, her muscles just tense, and she scratches his side hard enough to break skin.]
[That makes her whole body jerk from the lance of pain, but instead of pulling away she slides her arm around him, claws pressing into the small of his back this time as she pulls his body against hers.]
[The pressure at his back quickly turns to a firm drag of sharp nails against skin, lines of pain opening up as her hand runs down his spine. Her other hand goes to his hair, fingers running through the loose wet strands a few times before she gets a good grip. She has him right where she wants him, though, so her hips rock slightly against his as she holds him just like that.]
[ It's a shame the low sound he makes in his throat doesn't really travel under the water, but the way his back arches under her claws might communicate the same sentiment just as well.
He continues working that spot on her neck, one ankle hooking around hers as he presses forward to meet her. ]
[The pain from his attention is coming in softer waves now, making her feel warm and slightly light-headed, and while she tugs sharply at his hair, she also tilts her head to bear her neck for him. Meanwhile she slides her leg in between his so she can ride against his thigh, and her fingers explore more deliberately, tracing the muscles of his back below his waistband.]
He presses his thigh up against her and uses the bend of her neck as an invitation to move on, dragging his fangs further up her neck, almost to her ear. Pointedly sliding his tongue along any small abrasions that may cause. And then taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth.
And as for her wandering hands, well, that just inspires him to wriggle ever so slightly closer. ]
[She doesn't dig her claws into his ass. At least, not immediately. The pressure stays at the pads of her fingers, only the edges of her nails against skin, as she holds him firmly against her so there's not any closer he can get.]
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[The noise she makes doesn't carry much through the water, more perceptible as a vibration where their mouths press together. After a few more moments, her back hits the bottom, and she rolls them to pin him down to the sand instead.]
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Likewise, his oof at being flipped and pinned is entirely inaudible. And it takes him a moment to adjust to the shifted perspective - the sky seen from the sea floor, Maki outlined by the filtered, shifting sunlight. ]
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Then her grip on his clothes shifts, her pointed nails digging in to rip a hole big enough for her to work her hand inside and trace over his bare skin.]
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Not that he seems to care much, using his now much stronger wings and the buoyancy of the water to shift up into the touch, his own hands dragging her closer so that he can scrape his teeth along the curve of her throat. ]
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She leans in at an angle that wouldn't be possible without the water, and the gills at her neck flare as his teeth pass close to them, and her claws dig in slightly at his ribs.]
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But really, her gills flaring like that is an invitation, right? He's taking it as one anyway, pressing closer to drag them between his fangs, tongue running along the underside. This no doubt means an even harsher dig into his ribs, but he transparently doesn't mind. ]
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Since she can't, her muscles just tense, and she scratches his side hard enough to break skin.]
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Which is why his fangs sink into the side of her neck a moment later just below the flap of her gills. ]
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His hands slide down her back as she pulls him in, fingers digging into the small of her back encouragingly.
And after a few moments, fangs are replaced with the hot press of his tongue against the red that quickly begins staining the water around them. ]
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He continues working that spot on her neck, one ankle hooking around hers as he presses forward to meet her. ]
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He presses his thigh up against her and uses the bend of her neck as an invitation to move on, dragging his fangs further up her neck, almost to her ear. Pointedly sliding his tongue along any small abrasions that may cause. And then taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth.
And as for her wandering hands, well, that just inspires him to wriggle ever so slightly closer. ]
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