[Her careful attention to him draws out a pleasured growl into her mouth, hips pressing forward to seek further direct contact from the fist she’s made. A fever starts to build deep in his belly as he hardens in her hand. He shifts his grip, pulling away from her mouth to lean in, in order to sink his teeth back over the point of her pulse, as she had done to him. He’s already left a mark there — but what was one more added to the map across her collar bone?
He can’t angle himself well enough to go any further south with his mouth, so he instead settles on switching his grip to take a nipple between two fingers. He is gentle at first, pressing and rubbing to keep her interested, but eventually his attention turns sharper — a flick, to a gentle pinch.
When the sensation rubberbands back across the bond, his hips jerk in her hand, and he is forced to momentarily give up his attention to her neck in favor of staving off the sudden peak that nearly pulls him out with the tide that has begun to pool. He exhales heavily, slowing all of his action to deny himself the peak that suddenly feels so close. It was too soon — the emotion, the stimulation, it all came far too quickly for him to anticipate. He yearns for it to last, and lets his forehead drop onto her shoulder to communicate what words fail to offer.
Fortunately, they are beyond that sort of communication. He very nearly begs for her to slow down, at war between his desires, static vibrating between the bond.]
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He can’t angle himself well enough to go any further south with his mouth, so he instead settles on switching his grip to take a nipple between two fingers. He is gentle at first, pressing and rubbing to keep her interested, but eventually his attention turns sharper — a flick, to a gentle pinch.
When the sensation rubberbands back across the bond, his hips jerk in her hand, and he is forced to momentarily give up his attention to her neck in favor of staving off the sudden peak that nearly pulls him out with the tide that has begun to pool. He exhales heavily, slowing all of his action to deny himself the peak that suddenly feels so close. It was too soon — the emotion, the stimulation, it all came far too quickly for him to anticipate. He yearns for it to last, and lets his forehead drop onto her shoulder to communicate what words fail to offer.
Fortunately, they are beyond that sort of communication. He very nearly begs for her to slow down, at war between his desires, static vibrating between the bond.]