[ He hears her. Despite the fact that he's still going, he is listening to her. If she can't keep her voice down, than that just means someone was going to get curious. Someone was going to come knocking to figure out if everything was okay. He'd need to stop and they would have to carry on as if nothing happened. The mean part about all of this? Is that Cloud knows. He knows that it only means the tension will build until they get behind closed doors again. Until they find their room and he's free to do it all over again. Twice over. Perhaps thrice if he's made her wait for long.
If the outside buzz helps cover this up? All the better. It just means he has to reward his "good girl" proper while he's got that time. With practiced hands, he grabs at her panties when she plants herself in her seat more firmly, giving an assertive but non-jerking pull to bring them down. He slides the laced undergarments down her legs, not caring enough to let them drop to the floor as the lewdly dangle from one of her ankles. ]
There...
[ Much better. This time? He scoots in a little closer, pulling up her skirt so that he can have a better view as his hands move to the insides of her thighs. Spreading her legs, it's a good thing these seats have arms on them if she needs to brace herself. Or take advantage of the softened head of spikes he calls his hair. She radiates heat that draws him in deeper, face flush and his own arousal beginning to build. But of course, this isn't about him at all. His own excitement can wait while he lavishes Weiss with the reward she deserves.
Starting with a deliberately slow drag of his tongue, flat against her folds as he sighs more audibly, hotter as he tastes her. With a flick of his tongue, he follows with a more open-mouthed kiss to her entrance, suckling as he draws back before lapping his tongue on her folds repeatedly. ]
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If the outside buzz helps cover this up? All the better. It just means he has to reward his "good girl" proper while he's got that time. With practiced hands, he grabs at her panties when she plants herself in her seat more firmly, giving an assertive but non-jerking pull to bring them down. He slides the laced undergarments down her legs, not caring enough to let them drop to the floor as the lewdly dangle from one of her ankles. ]
There...
[ Much better. This time? He scoots in a little closer, pulling up her skirt so that he can have a better view as his hands move to the insides of her thighs. Spreading her legs, it's a good thing these seats have arms on them if she needs to brace herself. Or take advantage of the softened head of spikes he calls his hair. She radiates heat that draws him in deeper, face flush and his own arousal beginning to build. But of course, this isn't about him at all. His own excitement can wait while he lavishes Weiss with the reward she deserves.
Starting with a deliberately slow drag of his tongue, flat against her folds as he sighs more audibly, hotter as he tastes her. With a flick of his tongue, he follows with a more open-mouthed kiss to her entrance, suckling as he draws back before lapping his tongue on her folds repeatedly. ]