The deliberate movement of her hips gets a noise out of him, quiet and unbidden, and he doesn't have it in him to be very self-conscious about things like that. What's he going to do, pretend he isn't very attracted to her, while they're tangled so? Or turn his head to oblige in meeting that kiss, a harder exhale muffled there as her fingers tug at the fastenings of his trousers.
His hands squeeze as he returns the pressure of that kiss, open and inviting and indulgent, gaining a heated kind of edge, now. He's already stiff by the time she's opened his trousers, or at the very least, well on his way, warm all over and the lines of lean muscle roped to bone, pelvis and thigh and abdomen, all strung taut in spite of the languid mood a minute ago.
He likes to sleep with people he likes, people he knows, even if the knowing is done over the course of a couple of hours, usually. There's something oddly heightened and new about this, however, familiar with a person over some months, and he thinks he likes that too.
that reliable talent
His hands squeeze as he returns the pressure of that kiss, open and inviting and indulgent, gaining a heated kind of edge, now. He's already stiff by the time she's opened his trousers, or at the very least, well on his way, warm all over and the lines of lean muscle roped to bone, pelvis and thigh and abdomen, all strung taut in spite of the languid mood a minute ago.
He likes to sleep with people he likes, people he knows, even if the knowing is done over the course of a couple of hours, usually. There's something oddly heightened and new about this, however, familiar with a person over some months, and he thinks he likes that too.