[His grip on her tightens when she finds that rhythm, eyelids drifting shut while he tries to bury himself in the feeling it provides him. His breathing turns deep and heavy, his head rolling to rest against her's while she buries herself in his now tangled black hair.]
Yes.
[It starts as one word, breathed out like an afterthought. And then he starts to repeat himself every time she comes down on the proper angle until the words melt into groans and his muscles contract with effort. When he finds a moment to relax, he is practically boneless, and yet every few seconds, he will predictably tighten like a wound spring without fail.
The periods between the two grow shorter by the second. Something is building, but it feels -- too soon.]
Rey--
[She must feel it. He doesn't want to tell her to stop -- but he doesn't want it to be over either.]
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Yes.
[It starts as one word, breathed out like an afterthought. And then he starts to repeat himself every time she comes down on the proper angle until the words melt into groans and his muscles contract with effort. When he finds a moment to relax, he is practically boneless, and yet every few seconds, he will predictably tighten like a wound spring without fail.
The periods between the two grow shorter by the second. Something is building, but it feels -- too soon.]
Rey--
[She must feel it. He doesn't want to tell her to stop -- but he doesn't want it to be over either.]