[As it turns out, Kylo Ren is still just as easily manipulated as ever. The press of her teeth turns its task to soothing his slightly bruised ego, and he seems to forget he was ever agitated in the first place. He allows her to guide his hand to her cheek, feeling her intent as she changes directions. He feels her hand reach the end of the material and takes a moment to marvel at the fact that they’re both half dressed still. At the time, he hadn’t even considered it a problem, and something about recognizing that again reactivates his interest.
But before she can do anything else, he takes one more stab of authority and leans in to steal a kiss from her, guiding her head with the hand she’d left on her cheek. He hadn’t quite managed to clean everything off yet, leaving his jawline a bit tacky to the touch. Its a non-verbal agreement comply with her demand to correct his previous error, nudging his hips into her hand.
He’d probably live to regret his enthusiasm later. His knees were already slightly weak with exhaustion from their most recent tryst.]
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But before she can do anything else, he takes one more stab of authority and leans in to steal a kiss from her, guiding her head with the hand she’d left on her cheek. He hadn’t quite managed to clean everything off yet, leaving his jawline a bit tacky to the touch. Its a non-verbal agreement comply with her demand to correct his previous error, nudging his hips into her hand.
He’d probably live to regret his enthusiasm later. His knees were already slightly weak with exhaustion from their most recent tryst.]