[She grins a little at his laugh. Has Maki been with literally anyone who was deterred by pain. Seems unlikely.

She keeps moving against his hand when his touch isn't quite enough, until his rhythm is enough to distract her and she settles down as warmth flushes through her body.

Then his teeth draw another sound from her, a low noise in her throat, and rakes her nails up his sides—this time the pressure isn't enough for the scales, scraping over them without damage, but when the scales taper off they break skin in thin lines.]