[ Something in his eyes darkens and flares when she moves back to take him into her body, a faint shift that accompanies the intensity of feeling which has him gritting his teeth and groaning, his hands drifting to brush over her hips as if he's framing the way she lowers herself into his cock. It feels so good, it's felt good each and every time, but this somehow seems more connected, more present with no chemicals or magic fogging their reactions.
He sighs in an echo of her words, hips rising a little to encourage her to take more. ]
You gonna.. ah, report me? [ He doesn't know what he's saying, the ability to form coherent sentences rapidly diminishing. He lets his left hand slide off her hip and down between them, seeking out her clit with his fingertips in a half-remembered experiment, wanting to see her reaction. ]
no subject
He sighs in an echo of her words, hips rising a little to encourage her to take more. ]
You gonna.. ah, report me? [ He doesn't know what he's saying, the ability to form coherent sentences rapidly diminishing. He lets his left hand slide off her hip and down between them, seeking out her clit with his fingertips in a half-remembered experiment, wanting to see her reaction. ]