[It hums, nips and sucks at IV's earlobe. It takes its hands from his face, trails oil-slicked fingers down his neck, over his collarbone.

(but the oil doesn't come faster)

(the tendril doesn't move faster)]

Will you be good, pet?

[It lowers its hand, drips oil from its fingers (slowly, slowly) onto his cock. But it doesn't touch. Won't touch.]

Will you be good?