[straining his neck to press up against her as she moves, rubbing his tongue in vague motions, but mostly allowing her to use it as she sees fit—more deliberately so, even, when she calls him out on it.

he can't protest even if he wanted to, so he doesn't bother lingering on the possibility for too long. the voices in his head of propriety and restraint are becoming very faint under the haze of objectives and pleasure anyway]