Asher shudders at the first swipe of her tongue, gust of hot breath, against his neck. His eyes close, a soft gasp as he feels the scrape of teeth at his throat. He forces them open, fixing on Jean-Claude's face, his eyes following the slight movement of his arm, down to his hips, and lower.
Turning his head, he nibbles gently on Anita's shoulder with blunt, human teeth, his free hand reaching across, sliding slowly up Jean-Claude's thigh, a mirror of his touches to Anita only minutes before.
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Date: 2009-10-03 06:55 am (UTC)Turning his head, he nibbles gently on Anita's shoulder with blunt, human teeth, his free hand reaching across, sliding slowly up Jean-Claude's thigh, a mirror of his touches to Anita only minutes before.