[ It’s true, they shared the ideal of “sex is not special”, and approached the thought in vastly different ways. Whereas Frankenstein rarely spared more than a passing thought to the act, the concept having seemed like something he’d explored to the point of exhaustion within the first few centuries, Zero seemed insatiable. Both were equally valid, so it’s interesting that this is the crossroads at which they meet.
Whatever smart reply he was going to follow up with is abruptly ended before he can even finish the thought, a hitch of breath catching in his throat when she grabs between his legs. His thoughts race, as does his pulse, and he braces himself lightly against her arms.
This is… unbecoming. This is the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy, and though it isn’t a matter of life and death, he finds his thoughts wandering to the desire to make her squirm. It is, again, a thought that feels strangely unfamiliar.
You help him feel young again, Zero. LMAO. ]
And I remember you well, too. I’m… just making sure we’re both on the right page. But seeing as we are--
[ He takes her wrist and forcibly pries it away from between his legs, and without missing a beat, locks his hold on her hips. Quickly, he raises her upward and over the water’s edge to sit on the edge of the lagoon, palms against her legs and urging them to part. Neither of them seem fond of wasting too much time, but he’s also in no hurry, so he takes his time leaving small, sharp nips along her inner thigh. ]
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[ It’s true, they shared the ideal of “sex is not special”, and approached the thought in vastly different ways. Whereas Frankenstein rarely spared more than a passing thought to the act, the concept having seemed like something he’d explored to the point of exhaustion within the first few centuries, Zero seemed insatiable. Both were equally valid, so it’s interesting that this is the crossroads at which they meet.
Whatever smart reply he was going to follow up with is abruptly ended before he can even finish the thought, a hitch of breath catching in his throat when she grabs between his legs. His thoughts race, as does his pulse, and he braces himself lightly against her arms.
This is… unbecoming. This is the feeling of being at someone else’s mercy, and though it isn’t a matter of life and death, he finds his thoughts wandering to the desire to make her squirm. It is, again, a thought that feels strangely unfamiliar.
You help him feel young again, Zero. LMAO. ]
And I remember you well, too. I’m… just making sure we’re both on the right page. But seeing as we are--
[ He takes her wrist and forcibly pries it away from between his legs, and without missing a beat, locks his hold on her hips. Quickly, he raises her upward and over the water’s edge to sit on the edge of the lagoon, palms against her legs and urging them to part. Neither of them seem fond of wasting too much time, but he’s also in no hurry, so he takes his time leaving small, sharp nips along her inner thigh. ]