Whatever shade of control Sookie had is completely wrested from her with a sudden slide and a pair of sure hands. Dazed, Sookie only just manages to follow Kisuke's instruction, breath light as she twists the water off, blush high on her cheeks and chest tight in anticipation. "Nothing wrong with a mess, right?" she murmurs, heels sliding against the tub and hands quickly gripping the sides, the lack of balance striking in the moment.

Even with the rush of air against her thigh driving anticipation, Sookie can't suppress the sudden jolt in her body when Kisuke's tongue makes contact, the muscles in her abdomen tightening as heat pools quickly below. He's slow, almost gentle, but the contrast is so great against her past experiences that Sookie finds herself overwhelmed, head tilting back against the tub with a gasp.

"Oh, god," she cries out, the side of her foot brushing against the sharper cut of Kisuke's hip before thudding against the end of the tub. One hand darts down to thread through damp, heavy hair, fingers gripping tight and giving him a slight tug, urging him closer. "Please."