[Weight bears down on his wrist, her body's attempt to adjust to the intrusion making his fingers slip somewhere more shallow. A position he rights quickly; Takasugi brings his body flush against hers. Arousal pressed into her leg, he curls his fingers.
Hooks her inside, before relaxing to spread her entrance. Working her over like she's never been fucked, when they both know she's adoring this. The attention and the inescapable sensations that have her shuddering caught between pain and pleasure.
Something she can't deny, for all her propriety and pride. She isn't suffering-
Takasugi's hand twists, his palm slick with pooled fluid that runs from her hole all the way down his forearm. The angle he wrenches from her enables more motion, a steady but no less violent in and out.
He feels her throbbing, he can smell her heat, but he wants to see her trembling before he gives her his cock.
Since her asking for it, rather than demanding it, is out of the realm of possibility. Somehow, she manages to still taunt - utter things that sink under his skin. He hasn't been called soldier boy in a decade.
His mouth presses into her shoulder, all heat and lip only for a second before teeth dig in. As sharply as she had gnashed against his fingers he works her over. Skin worried until he can taste blood.]
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Hooks her inside, before relaxing to spread her entrance. Working her over like she's never been fucked, when they both know she's adoring this. The attention and the inescapable sensations that have her shuddering caught between pain and pleasure.
Something she can't deny, for all her propriety and pride. She isn't suffering-
Takasugi's hand twists, his palm slick with pooled fluid that runs from her hole all the way down his forearm. The angle he wrenches from her enables more motion, a steady but no less violent in and out.
He feels her throbbing, he can smell her heat, but he wants to see her trembling before he gives her his cock.
Since her asking for it, rather than demanding it, is out of the realm of possibility. Somehow, she manages to still taunt - utter things that sink under his skin. He hasn't been called soldier boy in a decade.
His mouth presses into her shoulder, all heat and lip only for a second before teeth dig in. As sharply as she had gnashed against his fingers he works her over. Skin worried until he can taste blood.]