Even as he continues to attend to the freshened mark, Vergil does not impede her movement in rising further out of the water. He only ceases his attention along the small stretch of sensitive skin when Mizu directs his head between her breasts. There's only a brief moment of hesitation, but only for the novelty of the location. He's left his marks along her neck and shoulders, dipping low to her collar bone. Her back has been peppered in the shapes of his fingertips, and her thighs teased until the heel pressing into his back signals she will no longer abide his nonsense. But this portion of her body? Vergil has a tendency to... Well, neglecting it would be an inaccurate description for it, but he certainly does not have the tendency to prioritize it when pleasuring her. Mizu is not exactly indifferent to it, but there are other parts of her body that seem to thrill her more when he provides them with attention.
But it's only a brief moment of hesitation before he begins to oblige her request. Vergil's hand falls from hers and he disentangles their legs as he licks away the rivulets and beads of water that linger upon the canvas of her skin. With his freed hand, Vergil swings her legs back over his lap while his hand at her side slips to the small of her back and scoops her into his lap. As is usual, Vergil lifts Mizu as though she weighed nothing at all, a sensation likely heightened even further by the more weightless motion through the water. Mizu does not need any sort of help in remaining seated higher above the water even with a tub as deep as the one she has here, but that was not the point. The air just above the water and the air throughout the bathroom are not exactly cold and absolutely not the sort that she often seeks out, but it is still cooler than the water itself, and especially where their bodies meet one another. It's enough to feel a difference, to draw more subtle attention to the sensation of his mouth and breath on her skin. Vergil grips at her thigh firmly while his hand at her back adds some support to the way she must slightly twist to provide him access.
It's a bit more work to leave a mark there than his favored locations for marks on her skin, but Vergil is nothing if not patient and persistent with the task. Just as he had when freshening the mark on her neck, he alternates between sucking hard at her skin and teasing it balancing accomplishing what she's asked with allowing her to enjoy the process from start to finish. By the time he finishes, the spot is redder than the rest of her skin that's been heated by the water. Vergil is certain it should darken and bruise like every other mark by then and allows his affections to her skin to wander then. He turns his head slightly aside so that he is able to trail kisses over the swell of her breast before drifting over her heart and ending with the round of her shoulder. Resting a cheek against her shoulder then, Vergil looks up at her the best he can.
"Wherever you will it, I will always mark my love upon you. As with all things of mine that I've willingly surrendered to you, it is yours to claim as you will."
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But it's only a brief moment of hesitation before he begins to oblige her request. Vergil's hand falls from hers and he disentangles their legs as he licks away the rivulets and beads of water that linger upon the canvas of her skin. With his freed hand, Vergil swings her legs back over his lap while his hand at her side slips to the small of her back and scoops her into his lap. As is usual, Vergil lifts Mizu as though she weighed nothing at all, a sensation likely heightened even further by the more weightless motion through the water. Mizu does not need any sort of help in remaining seated higher above the water even with a tub as deep as the one she has here, but that was not the point. The air just above the water and the air throughout the bathroom are not exactly cold and absolutely not the sort that she often seeks out, but it is still cooler than the water itself, and especially where their bodies meet one another. It's enough to feel a difference, to draw more subtle attention to the sensation of his mouth and breath on her skin. Vergil grips at her thigh firmly while his hand at her back adds some support to the way she must slightly twist to provide him access.
It's a bit more work to leave a mark there than his favored locations for marks on her skin, but Vergil is nothing if not patient and persistent with the task. Just as he had when freshening the mark on her neck, he alternates between sucking hard at her skin and teasing it balancing accomplishing what she's asked with allowing her to enjoy the process from start to finish. By the time he finishes, the spot is redder than the rest of her skin that's been heated by the water. Vergil is certain it should darken and bruise like every other mark by then and allows his affections to her skin to wander then. He turns his head slightly aside so that he is able to trail kisses over the swell of her breast before drifting over her heart and ending with the round of her shoulder. Resting a cheek against her shoulder then, Vergil looks up at her the best he can.
"Wherever you will it, I will always mark my love upon you. As with all things of mine that I've willingly surrendered to you, it is yours to claim as you will."