[In the same beat that gives him permission and she goes to press their hips together again, he bites down. The friction she provides jostles him just slightly, and if there had been any question whether or not his attention would bruise her, there would be no longer. His nails drag against the back of her gown blunted by the material, but it is a seconary sensation to the work he does with his mouth. He pulls the skin of her neck past his teeth with a satisfied growl, and then moves on to another location at the joint of her shoulder and repeats himself. No one would be able to look upon her without seeing his marks, and he does not bother to consider how that would look to the rest of their “allies”. As far as he is concerned, their opinions are meaningless.
He maps a path of saliva and bruises across her collar bone, unable to stop himself from seeking more of that friction, more contact. Every now and then as he moves to mark her again, his hips roll in her hands. Thankfully, she already had the foresight to undo the front of his pants, as she would no doubt be able to feel just how hard he’s gotten in such a short time. His breath is cut off thanks to the fever he chases, encouraging a few deep moans to unearth themselves when he presses her further into the desk.
But there are still several obsticles in the way of satisfaction.
The bond, so close as it is, warns Rey that he is about to release her spine in favor of reaching back for her legs. She has better leverage, so he trusts her to release him long enough to reach past all of her skirts in order to continue disrobing her. Like Rey, he does not want to lose the hastiness they started this with, and so he finds the waistband of her underwear to pull it away, leaning back and dropping to his knees to better assist in their removal. In the same beat, he turns his cheek to bite into her thigh with just a touch more tenderness than he had used to ravage her collar bone.]
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He maps a path of saliva and bruises across her collar bone, unable to stop himself from seeking more of that friction, more contact. Every now and then as he moves to mark her again, his hips roll in her hands. Thankfully, she already had the foresight to undo the front of his pants, as she would no doubt be able to feel just how hard he’s gotten in such a short time. His breath is cut off thanks to the fever he chases, encouraging a few deep moans to unearth themselves when he presses her further into the desk.
But there are still several obsticles in the way of satisfaction.
The bond, so close as it is, warns Rey that he is about to release her spine in favor of reaching back for her legs. She has better leverage, so he trusts her to release him long enough to reach past all of her skirts in order to continue disrobing her. Like Rey, he does not want to lose the hastiness they started this with, and so he finds the waistband of her underwear to pull it away, leaning back and dropping to his knees to better assist in their removal. In the same beat, he turns his cheek to bite into her thigh with just a touch more tenderness than he had used to ravage her collar bone.]