sololoquy: (narrow streets of cobblestone)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote 2018-02-01 03:28 am (UTC)

[Rey’s thumb brushes his lip, and something in him warms at the gesture of approval. There rests a deep hunger in his eyes that only expands the more she delays them. But then, she settles again, and leans in to kiss him.

He lifts his arms from the table to cradle her torso, an enveloping and secure gesture that no doubt keeps her too close to be comfortable, moving her hips like that. But he craves that specific contact when and moves in for that deep kiss. He smothers around her shoulders for a brief moment before relaxing his grip and allowing his hands to explore her back. His touch is light, much like the way she moves against him.

Its a challenge to keep his hips still as she uses him to stimulate herself. He can feel that teasing bit of static running down her spine as if it were his own pleasure, and he mumbles something incorrigible into her mouth. Yes. More.

The light pressure is quickly joined bu the bite of his nails, and the drag of her hips is joined by the occasional helpless twitch of his hips. Like Rey, he lacks true patience to drag this out, even if the desire for it is there.]

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