[He feels her squirm while she searches for purchase against the edge of the desk, and the heat at the base of his belly grows. Her impatience, the need and all the other feedback across the bond makes it difficult to focus, but it gives him some vague direction and map of where to go.
She yanks at his scalp and swings her hips, coaxing a half pained, half pleasured moan to press itself past his lips and into her skin. As guided, he shifts his grip and the motions of his tongue, slipping one finger inside while his mouth continues with more direct attention. Saliva and arousal slide down his chin as he tilts his eyes upward to watch her reactions -- unnecessary, of course, with how the bond links every bit of contact they make with one another.
As her hand releases the table to roam across her own chest, he finds himself forced to shift how he kneels, discomfort between his legs growing. Its the only part of him that feels cold, even with the contribution on the other side of their link in the Force. There is a deliberate way he drags himself against what little material still contains him, desperate to find that same stimulation that he lavishes her with.
He pulls against the way she tugs at his hair, not out of discomfort, but to encourage more of the same treatment and demand. All the while, his finger is joined by a second and they both begin to move until he finds a rhythm with the circles of his tongue.
There is something to be said for the way he continuously searches for ways to please her. He hadn't been entirely honest with her or with himself when they came to find power together. Sure, he yearned for the validation of being in charge, but this was what he was good at. Being commanded, following orders, and throwing all of his weight behind someone else and their power.
He leans into the bond instinctively, chasing the arousal and the attention until it loops backwards and forces him to release her with his remaining arm for a moment to finish the task of pulling himself free of his pants. The pause is brief, and he moves to replace his grip with just as much enthusiasm.
The sound of her name disappears in folds of skin, but it translates perfectly even amidst the chaos of need they pass between one another across the bond.]
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She yanks at his scalp and swings her hips, coaxing a half pained, half pleasured moan to press itself past his lips and into her skin. As guided, he shifts his grip and the motions of his tongue, slipping one finger inside while his mouth continues with more direct attention. Saliva and arousal slide down his chin as he tilts his eyes upward to watch her reactions -- unnecessary, of course, with how the bond links every bit of contact they make with one another.
As her hand releases the table to roam across her own chest, he finds himself forced to shift how he kneels, discomfort between his legs growing. Its the only part of him that feels cold, even with the contribution on the other side of their link in the Force. There is a deliberate way he drags himself against what little material still contains him, desperate to find that same stimulation that he lavishes her with.
He pulls against the way she tugs at his hair, not out of discomfort, but to encourage more of the same treatment and demand. All the while, his finger is joined by a second and they both begin to move until he finds a rhythm with the circles of his tongue.
There is something to be said for the way he continuously searches for ways to please her. He hadn't been entirely honest with her or with himself when they came to find power together. Sure, he yearned for the validation of being in charge, but this was what he was good at. Being commanded, following orders, and throwing all of his weight behind someone else and their power.
He leans into the bond instinctively, chasing the arousal and the attention until it loops backwards and forces him to release her with his remaining arm for a moment to finish the task of pulling himself free of his pants. The pause is brief, and he moves to replace his grip with just as much enthusiasm.
The sound of her name disappears in folds of skin, but it translates perfectly even amidst the chaos of need they pass between one another across the bond.]