There isn't much space between fevered thought to draw comparisons, but Sookie can't help the way that her eyes are drawn to Kisuke's quickly flushing cheeks, and the uneven rush of air drawn into his lungs. It makes his pale skin stand out for what it is, seemingly alive, and certainly flowing with energy; Sookie finds herself leaning close until their foreheads touch, her eyes dark and slightly unfocused as she finally pulls her fingers back just to watch the rise and fall of Kisuke's chest. Her fingernails drag across from one side to the other, focused on the flush that has risen and settled into the expanse of skin, before she drags wet fingertips over the darker skin of his nipple, massaging.

Only when a sudden jerk of his body brushes against the throbbing of her clit does Sookie find her attention pulled away, a sharp gasp pulling between her lips as she angles herself to try for that same friction again, warmth settling in uncertain waves through her abdomen. Squeezing her eyes shut, a few colors bloom at the edges of her vision in the low light, but most of Sookie's focus is on that deep ache. Wrapping one arm around Kisuke's shoulders to brace herself, all that breaks the silence is her ragged pull of breath and the quiet splash of skin against skin.

When she arrives for the first time, it's quiet, a shudder passing through her body and chest arching against Kisuke's body, pliant and heated. Even as Kisuke's stubble scrapes against Sookie's cheek, she doesn't stop moving, hands squeezing tightly around Kisuke's shoulders as she bears herself down repeatedly, tumbling over the edge.