[ Rex lets her guide him. He'd known some of the basic biological differences between them. Hell, he'd seen them - as much as he'd been focused on her face, he'd be a fool not to have seen the dampness of her thighs. But there's a difference between seeing and feeling. He nudges his fingers against her, dipping between her folds, the callouses of his fingers a sharp contrast to how gentle and tentatively they skim past her. ]
Oh, [ he breathes, and there's no pretense there, no attempts at wooing her, just a quiet awe of their closeness, of discovering a new part of someone who's been a part of him for a long time now. He wraps his free arm around her, hand splayed out on her back to anchor himself as he continues, dragging his fingers artlessly across her, exploring past where she'd bid him.
He should be in the moment, but he's already thinking he'll do a more thorough exploration later - with his fingers, with his mouth. Perhaps Poe can even show him how to make her scream. Now's not the time for that, though. ]
You're so wet, [ he murmurs into her, finally curling his fingers to rub against her clit proper, a little more insistently this time. ]
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Oh, [ he breathes, and there's no pretense there, no attempts at wooing her, just a quiet awe of their closeness, of discovering a new part of someone who's been a part of him for a long time now. He wraps his free arm around her, hand splayed out on her back to anchor himself as he continues, dragging his fingers artlessly across her, exploring past where she'd bid him.
He should be in the moment, but he's already thinking he'll do a more thorough exploration later - with his fingers, with his mouth. Perhaps Poe can even show him how to make her scream. Now's not the time for that, though. ]
You're so wet, [ he murmurs into her, finally curling his fingers to rub against her clit proper, a little more insistently this time. ]