[ Hearing how he aches for her relays the feeling more keenly. For a moment she pulls her finger out entirely, straightening her back. It's a long enough moment for the cold and the loss to close in between them, but then something wet drips down his backside.
Her fingers move her spit around against his entrance, using it so she can slide both in at once. Not as slowly, this time. Bolder. She's getting impatient too. Otherwise unoccupied, her other hand reaches between her thighs and rubs over the seam of her pants as though trying to alleviate a mere itch.
She doesn't have words for this; only rasped breath answers him, louder when echoed in the void between them. ]
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Her fingers move her spit around against his entrance, using it so she can slide both in at once. Not as slowly, this time. Bolder. She's getting impatient too. Otherwise unoccupied, her other hand reaches between her thighs and rubs over the seam of her pants as though trying to alleviate a mere itch.
She doesn't have words for this; only rasped breath answers him, louder when echoed in the void between them. ]