[the moans and high sounds don't do much but tell him she's feeling as good as he is about this. that every time his hips buck up and he's burying himself deep, he wants to do it again. faster. harder.
her laugh slows him down and he looks up, startled. his hands have remained at her hips, holding her wrists down. he hasn't tickled her and nothing has changed in the time he's spent focusing on moving her up and down his cock, filling her. here she is anyway, eyes curved with her smile and laughter.
that's a first.
is he doing something wrong, here? is what he likes not good?
no, it's because he was holding back. he's been holding back. having her say it aloud stuns him. his pace slows to a simple roll of his hips, not bouncing her along like before. it's more like a wave than the piston. what does she mean by it?
maybe not happy, but the expression of his face isn't one he normally wears. his lips are parted with deep breaths, cheeks flush with pleasure, but his eyes are wide and uncomprehending. he can't help but wonder what would happen if Nero picked away at his seams until she got to the part of him that didn't hold back.
how does someone act genuinely? he's forgotten.
once she starts working with him, he forgets that too. his eyes close again and his pace increases but it's by her hand. the grip of his right hand slips slightly and he's holding a hand and not holding on to a wrist. her weight is so light on his chest and he moves their locked hands beside his head.
she says "of course" like he should expect her to do such a thing. he didn't take her offer because he's not in this for his pleasure. it's just a bonus.
Nero's been the one to call him. to plea with him. to ask him and he answers. he answers her "of course" with a complicated expression, releasing the one wrist he still has a hold of and rubs it down her back.
a finger slides down the crack of her ass and feels how he stretches her. how she's made him slick with her arousal, the thrusts easy.]
Because I thought. [he takes an asscheek into his palm.] You were in this for your own pleasure. Aren't you?
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her laugh slows him down and he looks up, startled. his hands have remained at her hips, holding her wrists down. he hasn't tickled her and nothing has changed in the time he's spent focusing on moving her up and down his cock, filling her. here she is anyway, eyes curved with her smile and laughter.
that's a first.
is he doing something wrong, here? is what he likes not good?
no, it's because he was holding back. he's been holding back. having her say it aloud stuns him. his pace slows to a simple roll of his hips, not bouncing her along like before. it's more like a wave than the piston. what does she mean by it?
maybe not happy, but the expression of his face isn't one he normally wears. his lips are parted with deep breaths, cheeks flush with pleasure, but his eyes are wide and uncomprehending. he can't help but wonder what would happen if Nero picked away at his seams until she got to the part of him that didn't hold back.
how does someone act genuinely? he's forgotten.
once she starts working with him, he forgets that too. his eyes close again and his pace increases but it's by her hand. the grip of his right hand slips slightly and he's holding a hand and not holding on to a wrist. her weight is so light on his chest and he moves their locked hands beside his head.
she says "of course" like he should expect her to do such a thing. he didn't take her offer because he's not in this for his pleasure. it's just a bonus.
Nero's been the one to call him. to plea with him. to ask him and he answers. he answers her "of course" with a complicated expression, releasing the one wrist he still has a hold of and rubs it down her back.
a finger slides down the crack of her ass and feels how he stretches her. how she's made him slick with her arousal, the thrusts easy.]
Because I thought. [he takes an asscheek into his palm.] You were in this for your own pleasure. Aren't you?