"Ah... good..." Cinnis gasps at the grip at their hair before adjusting the angle of their head to lap at that bud, just as softly as they started. It's surprising how she didn't taste and smell of just skin. But at the same time, they shouldn't have been surprised. She is the goddess of spring, after all.

With a hand, they move to grasp her thigh and pull it over their one shoulder, pressing down the fins there. They give easily, and Persephone probably would only notice a soft extra thing against her skin.