Caitlyn sinks into the kiss, steadying herself with one palm on the bed, the other bundling in the thick of her hair. She likes when Vi gets demanding. She wants to give her everything.

"Mm, I'd wager it's about to feel pretty good," she murmurs as the kiss dissolves, lips upcurled. She drops her hand from Vi's nape, reaching it instead between their bodies to switch the toy back to life. On the gentlest intensity, for now, to grant them both a period of accommodation.

"Let me know how you like it, alright?" Cait asks, voice soft, as she presses the toy between Vi's legs. She doesn't go inside yet, only offers measured external friction, rubbing steadily against her as her lips travel from the corner of Vi's mouth, to her jaw, to her neck.