The sudden give of her undershirt registers, just briefly, but Adora doesn't get the chance to dwell on it. All at once, Catra's hands are on her naked breasts and her mouth has claimed her own, and it is wholly and utterly impossible to think about anything else.

Catra wasn't kidding -- it does feel good, her fingers pressing directly into the tender flesh of her nipples, Adora gasps out at the sensation, and the sound catches halfway through her throat, thickening into a moan before she can help it. (She's-- wow, really glad they're not doing this in their sleeping quarters.) Her hands only lower to allow her opened undershirt to slip off, and then she quickly repositions them over Catra's breasts, eager to return the favor.

She closes in on her nipples, the same way Catra's done, seeking them out from between tufts of fur. The perked little peaks fit easily between her forefinger and thumb as she pinches and rolls them, matching Catra's pattern and speed as best she can. She does break it up after a bit, letting go to instead drag the plush base of her thumb over the roughened flesh, when her own chest gets so sensitive it threatens to ache -- hoping Catra will follow her cue, as well.

All the while, she breathes shallowly through her nose as their tongues swirl together, more and more noises spilling from her mouth into Catra's own at her deft, confident touch. Adora's first instinct is to try and hold them in, but it's a futile effort, with her mouth wide open and Catra's fingers so skilled at what they do. Any attempts to swallow the sounds down only results in them coming out garbled and squeaky and strange, her throat straining, her head growing hot. It uses up her breath, too, and before long she has to break the kiss, resting her forehead to Catra's cheek as she swallows fresh mouthfuls of air.