( ... Well, apparently she just hit on one of his kinks with that offer, huh? Shin kisses her like she's the only thing that matters for the moment, a jolt of energy like lightning through her veins, shaking off those edges of sleepiness. Hands wake up, find the sides of Shin's throat, slide into his hair.
She twists deeper into him, lets him guide her hips in a rhythm while tongues meet and teeth graze lips.
Hungrier. Rougher. More familiar and yet... There's always that undercurrent of something tender, something kind which Kate seeks out each and every time her tongue finds Shin's, each and every time her fingers run through his hair or grow tighter in the lengths.
Something she doesn't want to lose, like a light or a fire in the cold, dark winter. )
it hasn't been that long, but in this place, her body feels like home already. her curves, a sanctuary, her mouth a place of worship. her company, a breeze of fresh air in the morning. it's nice, more than so, and he can't find himself leaving her alone, even with how tired both of them might be.
not when she's playing with his hair like that.
he might feel much more awake, but well, he still needs to get blood pumping. his hand curls around his cock, distancing himself to stroke it as his teeth run against her neck.
( That's fine by her. The edges of tiredness slide away, dissolve as easily as her nerves do under his fingers. Lust may be the driver which drives Shin's movements, but it finds a friend in the desire to be anything but a passive part of this which curls in Kate and has her hand sliding back, gently slipping on top of his. )
I've got it.
( It feels wrong to do it any other way, to let him work himself when she's here and can do what girls are good for. If she's allowed, fingers will curl around soft flesh, working with practiced ease as she moves. She knows her part in this dance, after all. )
(it's not going to take too long for him to get hard again, at least. it's all so fresh in his mind, her moans, the stinging of the open wounds on his back, how her body feels against him, that he doesn't even get to think much as he sinks teeth on her-- kind of.
right when they touch that she speaks, takes over for him, and he again freezes just a little bit. he knows, she prioritizes him too, as he does her, but it's still foreign.
after the mild shock, he'll allow her, hands on her ass to squeeze, a moan on the kiss he gives her neck.)
Ah— ( The graze of his teeth are rewarded with that hiss of noise, but her touch wins that pause. That momentary freeze which translates as unexpected but not unpleasant, a favour returned after all the times he's made her feel that exact same way.
She continues stroking, fingers slick with the residue of how many times they've already enjoyed one another tonight, hips arching back into his touch because she likes that. That wanting, admiring grip as she works him back to hardness sends a thrill down her spine, encouraging instead of bothersome, making her grip firmer and her hand quicker as she bites down another noise at the attention to her neck. )
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She twists deeper into him, lets him guide her hips in a rhythm while tongues meet and teeth graze lips.
Hungrier. Rougher. More familiar and yet... There's always that undercurrent of something tender, something kind which Kate seeks out each and every time her tongue finds Shin's, each and every time her fingers run through his hair or grow tighter in the lengths.
Something she doesn't want to lose, like a light or a fire in the cold, dark winter. )
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it hasn't been that long, but in this place, her body feels like home already. her curves, a sanctuary, her mouth a place of worship. her company, a breeze of fresh air in the morning. it's nice, more than so, and he can't find himself leaving her alone, even with how tired both of them might be.
not when she's playing with his hair like that.
he might feel much more awake, but well, he still needs to get blood pumping. his hand curls around his cock, distancing himself to stroke it as his teeth run against her neck.
now it's lust. sorry, kate. horny.)
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I've got it.
( It feels wrong to do it any other way, to let him work himself when she's here and can do what girls are good for. If she's allowed, fingers will curl around soft flesh, working with practiced ease as she moves. She knows her part in this dance, after all. )
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right when they touch that she speaks, takes over for him, and he again freezes just a little bit. he knows, she prioritizes him too, as he does her, but it's still foreign.
after the mild shock, he'll allow her, hands on her ass to squeeze, a moan on the kiss he gives her neck.)
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She continues stroking, fingers slick with the residue of how many times they've already enjoyed one another tonight, hips arching back into his touch because she likes that. That wanting, admiring grip as she works him back to hardness sends a thrill down her spine, encouraging instead of bothersome, making her grip firmer and her hand quicker as she bites down another noise at the attention to her neck. )