[again, she says next time. he didn't hold out the hope for it before, but would it be stupid if he hoped? just a little? definitely, but he'll keep it a closely-guarded secret like his past. he doesn't want to meet in her room again. it's still too garish -- though the large and incredibly soft bed is pretty nice, he will say. the softness against the skin of his back is soothing. but having a rendezvous in a place as personal as her room even once is his limit. Chaldea has other private, empty rooms.
but Nero likely wouldn't be happy unless it had all the frills and lace she so dearly surrounds herself with.
the curl of his lips fades away the longer he looks up at her. the faster heat races to his cheeks and ears. her hair is loose again, framing and curling around her face. twisting around her neck and shoulders where it clings where she sweats. but then she's clinging around him, wrapped around and squeezing more tightly than her thighs at his sides. he exhales in a rush and is suddenly breathless, head falling back. there's no use chasing it.
shit.
somehow sweeter than her cries or even her tightly surrounding him is that she uses his name. his hands come down on her hips once he finds the strength to lift his head again. so he can find her lips and kiss her hard, hips dropping to slide out of her an inch before he's pressing up into her again.
he pulls back just enough to speak to her chin. had she been that loud the first time? he can't remember. his mind is on the heat, the pressure, her weight, how she tastes.]
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but Nero likely wouldn't be happy unless it had all the frills and lace she so dearly surrounds herself with.
the curl of his lips fades away the longer he looks up at her. the faster heat races to his cheeks and ears. her hair is loose again, framing and curling around her face. twisting around her neck and shoulders where it clings where she sweats. but then she's clinging around him, wrapped around and squeezing more tightly than her thighs at his sides. he exhales in a rush and is suddenly breathless, head falling back. there's no use chasing it.
shit.
somehow sweeter than her cries or even her tightly surrounding him is that she uses his name. his hands come down on her hips once he finds the strength to lift his head again. so he can find her lips and kiss her hard, hips dropping to slide out of her an inch before he's pressing up into her again.
he pulls back just enough to speak to her chin. had she been that loud the first time? he can't remember. his mind is on the heat, the pressure, her weight, how she tastes.]
You okay?