[ There is no need for her to beg, Solas thinks, there is no need for her to ask for any more than what he is already giving her; he settles between her legs and makes sure her shift is out of the way, lifting her leg to hook it over his shoulder, to stretch her out just a little.
Soft kisses press along her inner thighs, his hand still working over her, stroking her gently. It is not bullying her towards completion, not pushing her to it, but teasing her, soft and slow and so careful. His lips curl, teeth scraping against her skin before he turns his head up to look at her. ]
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Soft kisses press along her inner thighs, his hand still working over her, stroking her gently. It is not bullying her towards completion, not pushing her to it, but teasing her, soft and slow and so careful. His lips curl, teeth scraping against her skin before he turns his head up to look at her. ]
May I use my mouth?