[On screen, he has to break off nipping at her neck - gasps, as her hand finds his thigh and draws him nearer. His cheeks are very dark, and the kisses, when he resumes them, are soft but urgent, as though he's trying to cover as much of her as he can reach]

[Below the range of the camera, it's easy enough to tell how distracted he is - how distracted he's been for some time, by the feel of it. His costume is very thin, after all, and the shape of him is evident, hard and straining, as he shifts furtively up against her]

[The hand at the front leaves off its steady circles - begins a slow stroking motion, instead, starting at that sensitive nub and then pressing backward - inward - the kind of motion that would have eased a finger inside, if not for the wet cloth still covering her. When he reaches his goal, he scratches gently with his nails, through the fabric, and then drags it forward again, back up to her clit, only to repeat the same motion]