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[ His response is a low humm, half a hiss, as her hand slides against his skin. When her fingers find him, he's already hardening, already growing against her fingers. There's a shiver in his skin, a dull, heavy, warm weight that suffuses him and lights him up with sparks and dancing electricity. She knows how to get a reaction out of him. ]

Ah - n-no reason to complain, right? I've got your lovely attention on me - what else could I ask for?

[ There's that grin, but he can't quite move the way he'd like. He's tied, restrained, held in place, and his limbs strain for a moment as he aches to push against her. Aches to get just a touch more friction from those frustratingly gentle fingers. ]