Caitlyn giggles, bubbly and warm, both arms looping back around Vi's shoulders as she presses herself to her. Her whole life, it feels, she's spent adorning herself for the sake of other people's praise -- so much of being a Kiramman is putting on appearances. But with Vi, the praise resonates deeper; Cait likes knowing she's pleased her, likes the way she looks at her, like she could eat her right up. That enough is alone to get her hot all over, and she hums from low in her throat under Vi's bites and kisses.

"Mm, hey," she murmurs, fingers plucking at the hem of her hoodie. "Let me see you, too."