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[thepinkest]

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[fantheflame]

[Continued from here]

The kiss, at least, he can do. Especially if she keeps pushing into his mouth like that, 'cause that's definitely what he likes. Ah, fuck, and she's pulling him closer and that's good too, he definitely likes it when she's pushy like this. His head tilts back slightly in surrender, silently asking her to continue like she is, even as his hand drags up the back of her neck to wind into the hair pulled tautly up towards the base of her braid. He can handle this okay.

- Oh, whoa. That's. Weird.

She shifts in his lap and pushes down, and there's almost a hollow instead of a bulge. He's not sure how to feel about that. He rocks up a little, but the friction isn't nearly what he's used to. The disappointment is visceral.

[thepinkest]

It might not be what he's used to, but she's got no idea of that, and the way he rocks up against her makes her moan into the kiss, her teeth grazing his lip as she presses in more deeply, grinding herself down against him and rocking with his movements. How far he plans to go, she doesn't know -- maybe she worries a little, but this feels so good that she's not about to stop, not when her body's on fire and she feels like she's the center of his world.

Guided more by things she's seen in movies than anything else, things she's imagined rather than experience she's had, she pulls away from the kiss, tucking her face down under his jaw, her mouth finding the side of his neck and kissing there hungrily, lips dragging on skin.

[fantheflame]

This. Really is. A thing.

It's a first, actually, the push down of hips on his hips that doesn't result in the grind of burgeoning bulge upon bulge. The flat-hollow heat he feels instead continues to be odd, and when his hips nudge up to meet hers it's less in appreciation and more in seeking... But seeking something he can't really get here, apparently, and yeah, the disappointment is flat-out crushing.

But her tongue slides away from his mouth, leaves him panting, and she's mouthing the side of his neck in a way that makes him see stars. Gender doesn't inform that, at least, and he at least really loves that she's the one doing the exploring, demanding, and demanding is sure as fuck how he likes it, so he doesn't push her away. He'll just... kinda fake this a little longer, focus on her mouth on his neck, making him shudder, and the firm muscles of her back, ride that as long as he can. He feels sort of guilty about this... but fuck, he'd really rather she think he's skittish than feigning interest.

[thepinkest]

When he grinds up against her again, there's a slight shift, a movement in the press of his body to hers, and the burst of pleasure is almost mind-numbing, leaving her gasping against his skin, fingers tightening in their hold as she rocks down against him harder, feeling the way they seem to fit together, the hardness of his body against the softness of hers. They're like puzzle pieces, she thinks fuzzily. They fit.

Her mouth stays on his neck, even as she pants hot breath against his skin, and she bites a little more firmly, hoping she'll get more reaction, more upward rolls of the hips from him. It's so good, and she feels like they're almost one person, pressed so close, having such pleasure in each other....

Eventually, though, it'll start to wind down. She doesn't intend to go all the way, not tonight, not here (as much as she feels an eagerness to do it, feels a needy, gripping emptiness in her body that begs to be filled), but she'll enjoy it as long as she can.