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[And Yasha is trying her best to be polite and not stare. He's well built, she can't help a few glances but keeps her attention on the coffee she's handed and the task of keeping sheet up and over herself (although not as diligently).]
I've been here a while. I still don't know the 'why' part. It tends to vary from month to month. [She eyes the offered food and happily accepts it, savory food and strong coffee being just the right thing she needs after the chaos.]
I remember... casino. And a bunch of gambling. [She quickly corrects herself,] Forced gambling. The staff didn't let people leave unless they played at least one game and, well... [one game turns into two, then three as you try to earn your losses back, and then you're stuck for hours on end.] Other than that, not really. Not clearly anyway. But considering the lack of clothing...
[Rude does the same, little glances here and there. He's never seen a woman so magnificent before. Then again, he doesn't see women very often during or outside of work. His eyes might linger a bit too long as she answers]
Is there a benefit for going along with it all?
[His eyes close for a moment, trying to pull at the memories that seem so far away, and he does remember some sort of game being played though he doesn't remember the fine details. Just being shirtless at one point, and someone using his tie to do things that ties were not meant to do.]
I see. [He clears his throat as he gets to his feet, looking around the room for his pants. Rude decides not to worry about what she can or can't see considering the high probability that the two of them have likely seen each other naked already. His pants are no where to be found.]
[Perhaps her magnificence fades out a little when she attempts to be sneaky and grab a piece of toast from the plate as if she has to steal it or something. She lifts her finger up for a pause as she chews through what she bit off and then points at her throat, lifting her chin up- there is a dark tattoo of a spade wrapped in vines and rose thorns.]
This shit doesn't activate. If this place decides to keep you, you'll get one as well.
[Being shirtless and using a tie for not-tie-things is just a regular Monday around here.
Yasha leans back a little when he stands up because damn that back; did she leave scratches? Oh, yup, she did. She presses her lips back together and leans back forward, finishing off her coffee- maybe, maybe those weren't her work of art? ...not that she'd complain.]
Um, the staff usually bring clothes because we lose them so often, but sometimes... they don't. [Her rank is low so they don't really give a damn, and Rude could be a victim of it now.]
[He looks at the tattoo, nodding slowly since he thought it was purely decorative until this very moment.
He's not aware of the scratches on his back, but he has no recollection of who or when they might have been made either way. Rude tries to be as respectful as possible but he keeps sneaking glances at her, giving up on the search fairly quickly once she confirms his suspicions.]
Guess we've probably already seen each other naked. No point in modesty now. [It's what he has to tell himself before returning to bed with her, spreading the plates of breakfast foods around them so they can share it all.]
Now seems as good a time as any to ask your name, if you don't mind sharing it.
[She may have caught one or two or those glances and doesn't mind. She can tell he's trying to be a gentleman, but most of that becomes redundant the more time you spend at the Hotel. Sure, people can still act like it, but it becomes hard to tell whether it's because of a sign acting up or not.
She finishes off her drink and puts the mug away, feeling much better after that shot of caffeine hits her system. Much more awake, and whatever hangover grogginess she felt is slowly filtering away.]
Oh. Right. [Even if they did exchange names before, they forgot. At least she did, she won't lie. Almost comically, she offers a hand when he's sitting back next to her.] Yasha.
[He reaches out a hand to take hers, feeling like all of this is definitely backwards from the way these things would usually go. Rude looks down at their hands, feeling a little bit shy about the contact, and then feels his skin heat up as he tries to picture what it might have been like the night before--with her.]
Rude. I'm Rude.
[As if she can read his mind, he draws his hand away to offer her toast instead to distract from Those kinds of thoughts.] Rude is my name. [He clarifies awkwardly, stealing another glance at Yasha.] I'm sorry, you're gorgeous. It's hard to process..
[After being here for a year, most of the scrapes and hardness in her hands have healed up. Callouses are still there from sword-wielding, and she continued to train here, so her grip is strong, but not too much, and the roughness of her palm shouldn't be too off-putting.]
Huh. Interesting. [She's not judging the guy, but the person who thought Rude is a good name for a person. It's kind of mean to name your child like that. Then again, he tripe named her Orphanmaker once so-
She can feel warmth flood back in her face, the color more obvious than with other people as she's pale like sheets. She shakes her head and smiles,] I- thank you for the compliment. [She gives him a smile, taking offered food.] You're very striking yourself, [and it's why she's furious that she can't remember what happened last night.]
[His own hands are calloused in certain spots, and his knuckles are almost constantly bruised even though he wears gloves religiously. Whatever she does with those hands, he knows she does it well.]
It's something like a nickname.
[He explains as an afterthought, smirking a little bit. It's not his real name, but it's the only one he goes by.]
I'm sure you must hear that all the time. [Rude finds the way Yasha turns so red endearing, even reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face, his brown eyes flickering over her features up close as he studies them, noticing her eyes first. ] Am I? I think you're definitely the looker between the two of us.
[Hmm... probably moving in similar job circles. She can appreciate a man who can properly punch back (both physically and figuratively). ]
I don't know if the nickname suits you. You're quite gentlemanly towards me, [she chuckles, trying to keep the mood light with a joke.]
Here- from time to time. [It makes her smile, the small, simple gesture of moving her hair out of her face. She makes 0 moves to stop him.] Oh, yes you are. I'm not always a first pick for men, some like more gentle, petite women. But almost all women would say you're hot.
[That remark makes him smile, and he doesn't expect her to to smile back. Rude doesn't think himself unattractive, he just doesn't tend to have the freedom to consider himself from that angle. Always busy. Dedicated to work.
He has an endless supply of excuses that he uses constantly to avoid social situations where anyone would have to comment on his hotness. So hearing it from a beautiful woman does things to his brain chemistry.]
I doubt that. Don't women prefer more hair up here? [He takes her hand to put it on his head. It's not cleanly shaved like it might be if he were home, there's a fine amount of stubble, but not enough that would show without someone being this close.]
I like women I can spar with. [He says eventually, leaning in when she's distracted to to kiss her cheek, then her lips if she allows it.] I find you gorgeous.
[Her fingers go idly, slowly over the scalp of his head, all the way to the back and finally resting on the nape of his neck.]
I think it suits you, [her head tilts a little as she answers, the kiss on her cheek making her skin flush with warmth,] and if that's your preference, then I think I'll suit you too.
[She doesn't push him away or pull away from the kiss, on the contrary- with her hand placed on the nape of his neck, she pulls him in for a firmer, heated kiss, her body turning to him to accommodate it.]
[He matches her intensity as they kiss, moving closer to pull one of her thighs over his lap to straddle him, only remembering the instant they make contact that the both of them are entirely undressed.
Rude tries not to look as he pulls her close so that her soft chest meets his firm one. His hands settle against her lower back, running up and down slowly, appreciating the muscle tone he feels under his fingertips, and the curves of her body feel dangerous.]
[Yasha hikes up the sheet she's had herself covered with, which is the only thing that's now between them. It only needs one swift movement and it will be gone. She doesn't hesitate to place herself in his lap after that little encouragement.
And he can definitively look because Yasha's not going to ban herself from looking if they are going this way. Her fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulder, inviting him in for a deeper kiss with a soft moan when his digs into her lower back. She does a remarkable job of holding her hips back and herself from pushing him back on the bed.
They might not remember what happened last night, but she sure as hell wouldn't mind a reminder.]
[Rude reasons with himself about the situation. If they did it once before, then doing it again shouldn't do any harm. Right? Unless she's sore, or not in the mood for it--and the latter doesn't seem to be the case. But Rude doesn't want to presume.]
Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]
[She pulls from the kiss for a brief moment to look at him- she has nothing to consider, she thought climbing in his lap so obscenely was a good clue. But he's a gentleman, of course, and she can't help a small smile curving on the corner of her lip.]
I would like to, yes. [Without being blackout drunk.
She reaches with her hand between them and pulls away the single sheet that's been covering her up (mostly lower half now) to get it out of the way. With his hands sending shivers down her back and eliciting a soft gasp from her when they find her breasts, she dives in for another deep kiss. This time she pushes him to lay back on the bed, and her hips roll forward slowly, teasingly against him.]
[When his back hits the mattress he chuckles, his hands moving to rest on her thighs, squeezing affectionately. He groans softly when she rolls her hips, unable to stop himself from not so subtly pushing his own up to meet that friction.
Without the sheet in the way he rocks his hips up, biting his lower lip to slide his cock back and forth along her center. Rude can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest every time she moves, equally as fixated on the movements of her body as the expression on her face.]
[She doesn't want him to hold himself back, she loves knowing that she's being wanted. The slow roll of his hips earns a soft moan into the kiss they are sharing and a bite on his lower lip.
Running her hand down his chest, she uses it to leverage herself to sit up slightly, gasping airily when he slides his cock just right against her, making Yasha shiver and making her arousal impossible to hide with how wet she's become.]
Flattery will get you everywhere right now, [she's flushed, eyes locked on his face. Masked as a playful tease, it's a pretty sincere thing too- if he wants her to ride him, she is more than eager to do so.]
[Feeling how wet she is makes him groan entirely out of anticipation. He makes another sound against her lips as they kiss, drawing away just to allow her time to speak.
The corners of his mouths lift up in a little smile, shyly using one of his hands to guide his cock inside her, while the other rests at the point where her hip meets her thigh to pull down gently once he has his tip in. She feels so good around him that he bites her neck playfully to hide a moan.]
[It takes her but a moment to adjust, her fingers digging even harder into his shoulders now; this is probably how he got the scratch marks on his back, to begin with. She feels no shame or regret about it, however.
Her head tilts low, with a soft moan as he pushes into her, as she slowly lowers her hips in return, her knees tightening around his hips. The pace they start with is slow, almost inquisitive, but Yasha is not shy to pick it up, especially since she's been given 'the reins' from being on top.]
Liking the view...? [She asks airily, sitting up more so he can take a good look at her as she moves.]
[At the moment his mind can't quite comprehend being in this situation the night before and not being able to remember it. He grunts softly at the scratch, struck by the warm wetness of her around him. And from this angle she's a sight to behold.
Rude leans back a little, staring at her with his hands moving over her hips and thighs appreciatively. One reaching upward to take one of her breasts, thumbing over her nipple as she moves, his own hips pushing up to meet her movements.]
Not just the view. [He wants to tell her that she feels divine, but the words don't quite make it out of his mouth.]
[They don't need to- she can see it from his expression, and she's drinking it all in. And meets the thrust of his hips in the perfect rhythm they set up, her hands grasping onto his. She doesn't mind bolder, rougher touches- feeling fingers dig into her skin sends a different type of pleasure down her spine.
Her breathing quickens when she moves slightly, changing the angle she moves at, a low moan slipping past her lips, and she picks up the pace of her movements, wanting more. Playfully, looking him straight in the eyes, she takes his hand from her breast and brings it to her mouth, giving them a kiss, then taking them between her lips. A visual for, perhaps, something they can do at a later date.]
I can-- ah, take it- [she murmurs against his fingers,] no need to be, mm- so gentle with me...
[She's truly captivating, and even though Rude is new to all of this, he finds it impossible to look away from her as she rides him and maintains eye contact like that. He groans when she picks up the pace, playfully swiping his fingers over her tongue, watching as she sucks them.
Her words make him eager and desperate all of a sudden. His free hand holds onto her while his hips buck upwards hard, fucking into her almost recklessly as he chases his release, watching hypnotized as her chest bounces with the movements.]
[She curses when his thrusts find that perfect angle in her, making her reel and gasp for air, almost falling over as she loses a bit of feeling in her knees. But she doesn't, catching herself, especially with Rude's hands holding her hips, the other on her mouth and neck.
He doesn't need to ask her twice, Yasha happily complies, running both of her hands down her body, over her breasts, giving her nipples a soft pinch that almost overstimulates her and makes her come right then. But she manages to hold it back, just for a while longer, and moves one of her hands even lower, over her abs and lower stomach, between her legs- only an inch away from teasing her clit because she knows she'll come instantly.]
[Rude is transfixed by the way she moves, how she feels, even the way she swears holds a certain charm. He trails one of his fingers down the marking down her lip to her chin, admiring silently even in the heat of the moment.
He's unsure just how long he'll be able to hold out, the main thing keeping him going is his desire to see her reach climax first. Although he's no expert in these matters, he does notice how she shies away from lingering too long or even contacting particular spots. Hopefully it means she's close too.
In a smooth movement, Rude sits up, pushing forward until he has her repositioned on her back. Her thighs still on the outside of his hips as he changes the angle. His movements are slower, deliberately teasing, stretching out the last bit of what they have left for a moment. It's indulgent, maybe selfish, even. Perhaps subconsciously he's making up for lost time being so work-oriented back home, but here he has no such obligations.
His desperation pulls him out of his thoughts, and Rude thrusts harder again, just one hand settling where their bodies join to rub teasing circles around her clit, only directly rubbing over it when he feels his own release is imminent. He groans the moment it happens, torn between staying put and pulling out, but it's far too late for the latter.]
[Yasha gasps when he suddenly sits up, both of her hands wrapping around his shoulders as he switches their positions. He is not wrong in his assumption- she's way too close to be teasing herself too much. She didn't want to climax way before him, she could hold out for a bit longer.
And it pays off wonderfully because with the switch of the positions, his thrusts are way harder than the tempo she held on top she moans loudly, one of her hands grasping at the sheets above her head, the other having fingers digging into his shoulders, close to mimicking the marks he already had there from last night (most likely).
With the fingers rubbing her clit, matching the pace of the thrusts, Yasha groans loudly as orgasm rushes through her, her vision going blank for a brief moment. Her legs wrap around tightly around him, so even if he had other plans, she may have changed them, her hold on him tight and refusing to let go.]
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I've been here a while. I still don't know the 'why' part. It tends to vary from month to month. [She eyes the offered food and happily accepts it, savory food and strong coffee being just the right thing she needs after the chaos.]
I remember... casino. And a bunch of gambling. [She quickly corrects herself,] Forced gambling. The staff didn't let people leave unless they played at least one game and, well... [one game turns into two, then three as you try to earn your losses back, and then you're stuck for hours on end.] Other than that, not really. Not clearly anyway. But considering the lack of clothing...
i'm deceased
Is there a benefit for going along with it all?
[His eyes close for a moment, trying to pull at the memories that seem so far away, and he does remember some sort of game being played though he doesn't remember the fine details. Just being shirtless at one point, and someone using his tie to do things that ties were not meant to do.]
I see. [He clears his throat as he gets to his feet, looking around the room for his pants. Rude decides not to worry about what she can or can't see considering the high probability that the two of them have likely seen each other naked already. His pants are no where to be found.]
xD
This shit doesn't activate. If this place decides to keep you, you'll get one as well.
[Being shirtless and using a tie for not-tie-things is just a regular Monday around here.
Yasha leans back a little when he stands up because damn that back; did she leave scratches? Oh, yup, she did. She presses her lips back together and leans back forward, finishing off her coffee- maybe, maybe those weren't her work of art? ...not that she'd complain.]
Um, the staff usually bring clothes because we lose them so often, but sometimes... they don't. [Her rank is low so they don't really give a damn, and Rude could be a victim of it now.]
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He's not aware of the scratches on his back, but he has no recollection of who or when they might have been made either way. Rude tries to be as respectful as possible but he keeps sneaking glances at her, giving up on the search fairly quickly once she confirms his suspicions.]
Guess we've probably already seen each other naked. No point in modesty now. [It's what he has to tell himself before returning to bed with her, spreading the plates of breakfast foods around them so they can share it all.]
Now seems as good a time as any to ask your name, if you don't mind sharing it.
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She finishes off her drink and puts the mug away, feeling much better after that shot of caffeine hits her system. Much more awake, and whatever hangover grogginess she felt is slowly filtering away.]
Oh. Right. [Even if they did exchange names before, they forgot. At least she did, she won't lie. Almost comically, she offers a hand when he's sitting back next to her.] Yasha.
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[He reaches out a hand to take hers, feeling like all of this is definitely backwards from the way these things would usually go. Rude looks down at their hands, feeling a little bit shy about the contact, and then feels his skin heat up as he tries to picture what it might have been like the night before--with her.]
Rude. I'm Rude.
[As if she can read his mind, he draws his hand away to offer her toast instead to distract from Those kinds of thoughts.] Rude is my name. [He clarifies awkwardly, stealing another glance at Yasha.] I'm sorry, you're gorgeous. It's hard to process..
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Huh. Interesting. [She's not judging the guy, but the person who thought Rude is a good name for a person. It's kind of mean to name your child like that. Then again, he tripe named her Orphanmaker once so-
She can feel warmth flood back in her face, the color more obvious than with other people as she's pale like sheets. She shakes her head and smiles,] I- thank you for the compliment. [She gives him a smile, taking offered food.] You're very striking yourself, [and it's why she's furious that she can't remember what happened last night.]
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It's something like a nickname.
[He explains as an afterthought, smirking a little bit. It's not his real name, but it's the only one he goes by.]
I'm sure you must hear that all the time. [Rude finds the way Yasha turns so red endearing, even reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face, his brown eyes flickering over her features up close as he studies them, noticing her eyes first. ] Am I? I think you're definitely the looker between the two of us.
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I don't know if the nickname suits you. You're quite gentlemanly towards me, [she chuckles, trying to keep the mood light with a joke.]
Here- from time to time. [It makes her smile, the small, simple gesture of moving her hair out of her face. She makes 0 moves to stop him.] Oh, yes you are. I'm not always a first pick for men, some like more gentle, petite women. But almost all women would say you're hot.
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He has an endless supply of excuses that he uses constantly to avoid social situations where anyone would have to comment on his hotness. So hearing it from a beautiful woman does things to his brain chemistry.]
I doubt that. Don't women prefer more hair up here? [He takes her hand to put it on his head. It's not cleanly shaved like it might be if he were home, there's a fine amount of stubble, but not enough that would show without someone being this close.]
I like women I can spar with. [He says eventually, leaning in when she's distracted to to kiss her cheek, then her lips if she allows it.] I find you gorgeous.
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I think it suits you, [her head tilts a little as she answers, the kiss on her cheek making her skin flush with warmth,] and if that's your preference, then I think I'll suit you too.
[She doesn't push him away or pull away from the kiss, on the contrary- with her hand placed on the nape of his neck, she pulls him in for a firmer, heated kiss, her body turning to him to accommodate it.]
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Rude tries not to look as he pulls her close so that her soft chest meets his firm one. His hands settle against her lower back, running up and down slowly, appreciating the muscle tone he feels under his fingertips, and the curves of her body feel dangerous.]
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And he can definitively look because Yasha's not going to ban herself from looking if they are going this way. Her fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulder, inviting him in for a deeper kiss with a soft moan when his digs into her lower back. She does a remarkable job of holding her hips back and herself from pushing him back on the bed.
They might not remember what happened last night, but she sure as hell wouldn't mind a reminder.]
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Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]
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I would like to, yes. [Without being blackout drunk.
She reaches with her hand between them and pulls away the single sheet that's been covering her up (mostly lower half now) to get it out of the way. With his hands sending shivers down her back and eliciting a soft gasp from her when they find her breasts, she dives in for another deep kiss. This time she pushes him to lay back on the bed, and her hips roll forward slowly, teasingly against him.]
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Without the sheet in the way he rocks his hips up, biting his lower lip to slide his cock back and forth along her center. Rude can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest every time she moves, equally as fixated on the movements of her body as the expression on her face.]
You're so beautiful..
sorry for slow tags, family got crazy :')
Running her hand down his chest, she uses it to leverage herself to sit up slightly, gasping airily when he slides his cock just right against her, making Yasha shiver and making her arousal impossible to hide with how wet she's become.]
Flattery will get you everywhere right now, [she's flushed, eyes locked on his face. Masked as a playful tease, it's a pretty sincere thing too- if he wants her to ride him, she is more than eager to do so.]
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The corners of his mouths lift up in a little smile, shyly using one of his hands to guide his cock inside her, while the other rests at the point where her hip meets her thigh to pull down gently once he has his tip in. She feels so good around him that he bites her neck playfully to hide a moan.]
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Her head tilts low, with a soft moan as he pushes into her, as she slowly lowers her hips in return, her knees tightening around his hips. The pace they start with is slow, almost inquisitive, but Yasha is not shy to pick it up, especially since she's been given 'the reins' from being on top.]
Liking the view...? [She asks airily, sitting up more so he can take a good look at her as she moves.]
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Rude leans back a little, staring at her with his hands moving over her hips and thighs appreciatively. One reaching upward to take one of her breasts, thumbing over her nipple as she moves, his own hips pushing up to meet her movements.]
Not just the view. [He wants to tell her that she feels divine, but the words don't quite make it out of his mouth.]
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Her breathing quickens when she moves slightly, changing the angle she moves at, a low moan slipping past her lips, and she picks up the pace of her movements, wanting more. Playfully, looking him straight in the eyes, she takes his hand from her breast and brings it to her mouth, giving them a kiss, then taking them between her lips. A visual for, perhaps, something they can do at a later date.]
I can-- ah, take it- [she murmurs against his fingers,] no need to be, mm- so gentle with me...
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Her words make him eager and desperate all of a sudden. His free hand holds onto her while his hips buck upwards hard, fucking into her almost recklessly as he chases his release, watching hypnotized as her chest bounces with the movements.]
Can you touch yourself for me, beautiful?
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He doesn't need to ask her twice, Yasha happily complies, running both of her hands down her body, over her breasts, giving her nipples a soft pinch that almost overstimulates her and makes her come right then. But she manages to hold it back, just for a while longer, and moves one of her hands even lower, over her abs and lower stomach, between her legs- only an inch away from teasing her clit because she knows she'll come instantly.]
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He's unsure just how long he'll be able to hold out, the main thing keeping him going is his desire to see her reach climax first. Although he's no expert in these matters, he does notice how she shies away from lingering too long or even contacting particular spots. Hopefully it means she's close too.
In a smooth movement, Rude sits up, pushing forward until he has her repositioned on her back. Her thighs still on the outside of his hips as he changes the angle. His movements are slower, deliberately teasing, stretching out the last bit of what they have left for a moment. It's indulgent, maybe selfish, even. Perhaps subconsciously he's making up for lost time being so work-oriented back home, but here he has no such obligations.
His desperation pulls him out of his thoughts, and Rude thrusts harder again, just one hand settling where their bodies join to rub teasing circles around her clit, only directly rubbing over it when he feels his own release is imminent. He groans the moment it happens, torn between staying put and pulling out, but it's far too late for the latter.]
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And it pays off wonderfully because with the switch of the positions, his thrusts are way harder than the tempo she held on top she moans loudly, one of her hands grasping at the sheets above her head, the other having fingers digging into his shoulders, close to mimicking the marks he already had there from last night (most likely).
With the fingers rubbing her clit, matching the pace of the thrusts, Yasha groans loudly as orgasm rushes through her, her vision going blank for a brief moment. Her legs wrap around tightly around him, so even if he had other plans, she may have changed them, her hold on him tight and refusing to let go.]
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