[ He’s on his back before he knows it. Rin’s weight presses over him as he curls his fingers at the back of her head, nodding his chin up to meet her lips. The other hand wanders, sliding beneath the hem of her top to grip her bare waist. Scarred fingers run across her warm skin. She feels so good…
He is dazed when she murmurs against his mouth, already drunk off of the taste of her. Pink tongue curls to lick at her lips, impatient with even this small of a pause. ]
Anything. [ hoarse with wanting, ] Everything. Kiss me again.
[ He doesn’t care about who leads or what position they’re in. There’s no denying that he wants her—he hasn’t denied that to himself for a long, long time. As long as she’s against him, on him, that’s all that matters.
Whether it’s feline influence or his self-imposed leash finally snapping, Genya doesn’t know. Doesn’t care. He grips Rin’s hair in his fist and brings their lips together for a harder, more demanding open-mouthed kiss. One where he greedily rolls his tongue forward to deepen.
The hand at her waist slides to press at the small of her back. His erection is obvious between them, a hard shape that grinds against her as he lifts his hips seeking friction. ]
no subject
He is dazed when she murmurs against his mouth, already drunk off of the taste of her. Pink tongue curls to lick at her lips, impatient with even this small of a pause. ]
Anything. [ hoarse with wanting, ] Everything. Kiss me again.
[ He doesn’t care about who leads or what position they’re in. There’s no denying that he wants her—he hasn’t denied that to himself for a long, long time. As long as she’s against him, on him, that’s all that matters.
Whether it’s feline influence or his self-imposed leash finally snapping, Genya doesn’t know. Doesn’t care. He grips Rin’s hair in his fist and brings their lips together for a harder, more demanding open-mouthed kiss. One where he greedily rolls his tongue forward to deepen.
The hand at her waist slides to press at the small of her back. His erection is obvious between them, a hard shape that grinds against her as he lifts his hips seeking friction. ]