(in moments like these, there's nothing he loves more than nails across his back, leaving possessive marks even if it isn't intended as such. it's a message - to keep close, to not stop where he is going, even if she did complain a little over the change in positions. his teeth give in mid nibble so he can smile at her, pressing yet another kiss to her mouth, incredibly chaste in contrast to what they're doing.)
I have a plan, just trust me?
(it comes out way more breathy than he expected, before he hides again on the crook of her neck, suppressing the urge to leave a mark. he never could, but it's not nice to just go for it without the other's permission. his hips don't force a thing, although the thrusts move in rhythm, almost like he's synched to her own body, listening to each encouragement on tempo, on position.
and his hand sneaks between them, much like next time, but while the movement of his hips is almost like a song, the rubbing motion he provides her is much faster, more intense against her clit.)
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I have a plan, just trust me?
(it comes out way more breathy than he expected, before he hides again on the crook of her neck, suppressing the urge to leave a mark. he never could, but it's not nice to just go for it without the other's permission. his hips don't force a thing, although the thrusts move in rhythm, almost like he's synched to her own body, listening to each encouragement on tempo, on position.
and his hand sneaks between them, much like next time, but while the movement of his hips is almost like a song, the rubbing motion he provides her is much faster, more intense against her clit.)