[Were it not for the burn in his blood, the one that feels as though it will unravel him if it isn't satiated soon, he could almost be content just with this — just the way she feels when she's pulled flush against him, all the myriad points of contact of her touching him, of him touching her. It could be enough to just kiss her and run his fingers over her skin and listen to the noises she made, and there would be an odd satisfaction in that, just from the feeling of being close.
But right now, it's not enough, and the wanting spurs him on to more, more, more. More sounds, more kisses, more contact — more, until he's had his fill, and right now his appetite feels bottomless.]
Oh? No one's managed it yet.
[The taunting comes as easy as ever; what gives him pause, just for an instant, is the way she pulls the same trick on him that he's just used on her, and makes use of their still-clasped hands to guide his arms around her. By all rights, he should be triumphant about it — what could be a better expression of taking something she wants than to physically put his hands where she pleases? — but there's an intimacy to this specific gesture that catches him just a little off-guard. Pleasure is one thing, exploration is another, but this is...tenderness, of a sort, to want him to not just bring her close but to hold her there, and in a way it almost feels...
Should she want that, really? Should she want that from him?
It's only an instant's fleeting thought before it's too late to matter, because he gathers her up just in time for her to get her own hands in his hair, using them like a guide herself to lift his face up and kiss her again. It's attractive, to say the least — it always is, when his partner is willing to take some initiative — and with the little sliver of clarity that remains before his thoughts submerge in desire once more, he makes his hands draw light circles against the plane of her back, keeping them moving so she can't help but feel it, how she's getting what she wanted and chased after and claimed.]
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But right now, it's not enough, and the wanting spurs him on to more, more, more. More sounds, more kisses, more contact — more, until he's had his fill, and right now his appetite feels bottomless.]
Oh? No one's managed it yet.
[The taunting comes as easy as ever; what gives him pause, just for an instant, is the way she pulls the same trick on him that he's just used on her, and makes use of their still-clasped hands to guide his arms around her. By all rights, he should be triumphant about it — what could be a better expression of taking something she wants than to physically put his hands where she pleases? — but there's an intimacy to this specific gesture that catches him just a little off-guard. Pleasure is one thing, exploration is another, but this is...tenderness, of a sort, to want him to not just bring her close but to hold her there, and in a way it almost feels...
Should she want that, really? Should she want that from him?
It's only an instant's fleeting thought before it's too late to matter, because he gathers her up just in time for her to get her own hands in his hair, using them like a guide herself to lift his face up and kiss her again. It's attractive, to say the least — it always is, when his partner is willing to take some initiative — and with the little sliver of clarity that remains before his thoughts submerge in desire once more, he makes his hands draw light circles against the plane of her back, keeping them moving so she can't help but feel it, how she's getting what she wanted and chased after and claimed.]