[ god, again. he almost falls over when he takes what’s left of pants past his forelegs. the teasing hand away from his thickness drives his eyes into a fluttering spin as he delves his tongue to her, a thick groan that pleads and bumps his front into her leg to follow, to rub his neediness to her thighs. he was hard and dribbling, and all he could hear were their sweet breaths together.
her touch, wherever it may may wander was welcomed with ambitious traveling of his own— what he promised he’d do with prudence. shuffling his legs (free!! from his pants after some fumbling tugs, he revels in her for a moment. again it didn’t matter how many times because he just wanted to keep gape at her. the clawed hand between her at this point is careful, thumbing at the apex of her inner thigh (if there’s a scar there, or around, he trails after it). before going any farther, his fingers curl into his palm— to protect her from the points in his nails that could harm a place so sensitive, and curiously does he bring his knuckles to the slip of her lower lips.
his inexperience in women shows in a way like one would test new waters, but gladly does little to lower his confidence. his head follows down from her neck to her collar, free hand offering attention to one of her breasts. his tongue, soon after, especially after his words: ]
Tell me if it’s alright.
[ down there he means, most of all, but up here, too. there’re teeth that he’s trying to control. he’s going to be dividing his attention, and, wow, he really can’t wait to see what would happen if he pushed things right. ]
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her touch, wherever it may may wander was welcomed with ambitious traveling of his own— what he promised he’d do with prudence. shuffling his legs (free!! from his pants after some fumbling tugs, he revels in her for a moment. again it didn’t matter how many times because he just wanted to keep gape at her. the clawed hand between her at this point is careful, thumbing at the apex of her inner thigh (if there’s a scar there, or around, he trails after it). before going any farther, his fingers curl into his palm— to protect her from the points in his nails that could harm a place so sensitive, and curiously does he bring his knuckles to the slip of her lower lips.
his inexperience in women shows in a way like one would test new waters, but gladly does little to lower his confidence. his head follows down from her neck to her collar, free hand offering attention to one of her breasts. his tongue, soon after, especially after his words: ]
Tell me if it’s alright.
[ down there he means, most of all, but up here, too. there’re teeth that he’s trying to control. he’s going to be dividing his attention, and, wow, he really can’t wait to see what would happen if he pushed things right. ]