Her fingers feel like ice against his skin, the back of his neck reddened by their frantic exchange. It sends a shudder down his spine, coursing sensation that culminates in the tip of his cock as an ache.
Not desperate, but hungry.
They're the same - panting, stubborn, torturing themselves just as much as the other.
He doesn't delude himself that any of their machinations will change, once he's buried within her. There's no release from terrible personalities - a fact that's at once a damnation and a comfort.
His smile dampens, and almost mechanically, he shifts back. On his haunches, to jerk her by the thighs. Closer, the tip of his erection pressing between her warmth. Takasugi rocks his hips forward slowly; she'll feel every inch of him as he slips inside.
Warm, wet, tight. A deep sigh escapes him, but he doesn't move. Not until he's planted a hand firmly on her chest. Holding her down, a sight for his eyes to feast upon as he makes her writhe.
Like that he rolls his hips, a rhythm that hits deep before nearly emptying her entirely. Thorough, but not fast.
Almost tentative, if he were capable of such a thing.]
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Her fingers feel like ice against his skin, the back of his neck reddened by their frantic exchange. It sends a shudder down his spine, coursing sensation that culminates in the tip of his cock as an ache.
Not desperate, but hungry.
They're the same - panting, stubborn, torturing themselves just as much as the other.
He doesn't delude himself that any of their machinations will change, once he's buried within her. There's no release from terrible personalities - a fact that's at once a damnation and a comfort.
His smile dampens, and almost mechanically, he shifts back. On his haunches, to jerk her by the thighs. Closer, the tip of his erection pressing between her warmth. Takasugi rocks his hips forward slowly; she'll feel every inch of him as he slips inside.
Warm, wet, tight. A deep sigh escapes him, but he doesn't move. Not until he's planted a hand firmly on her chest. Holding her down, a sight for his eyes to feast upon as he makes her writhe.
Like that he rolls his hips, a rhythm that hits deep before nearly emptying her entirely. Thorough, but not fast.
Almost tentative, if he were capable of such a thing.]