[ It hasn't been as long since he's last eaten someone out, the memories are still as fresh and easy as the last time. He holds Delta's hips still as he works his tongue up against the tight ring of muscle, working it around in flickering strokes. Bit by bit he works the tip inside, getting Delta warmed up for later. He's not sure what later is going to consist of just yet, but anything that gets him squirming and rolling against the bed is probably what he should be aiming for.
Once he's gotten Delta nice and wet he leans back to blow across the spit slick skin, gauging D's reaction through the feed. ]
action; Day 138, late evening
Once he's gotten Delta nice and wet he leans back to blow across the spit slick skin, gauging D's reaction through the feed. ]
All green?