Okay, maybe that is a dumb question. Suguru flushes, abashed; Satoru is the only person who can make her feel even slightly embarrassed in this particular way, and after so many years of not encountering it, she isn't sure how to handle it.

Not that it matters because every thought flees her head when Satoru sucks on her clit, leaving her gasping and arching off the bed. Her thighs clench and it's all she can do to keep them from squeezing around Satoru's head. She doesn't let people go down on her often because she needs this; the sensitivity from an orgasm or two already and more teasing, a willingness to keep going even when Suguru's grinding against their mouths. Which she's doing now, hips pressing against Satoru's mouth.

"Harder," she says. "I'll let you know when it's too much."