[straining his neck to press up against her as she moves, rubbing his tongue in vague motions, but mostly allowing her to use it as she sees fit—more deliberately so, even, when she calls him out on it.
he can't protest even if he wanted to, so he doesn't bother lingering on the possibility for too long. the voices in his head of propriety and restraint are becoming very faint under the haze of objectives and pleasure anyway]
[he moans loudly, pressing his whole face up closer to her, blindly—it's some kind of contact, at least, and the only kind he can really manage right now. he doesn't try to pull his head away until she forces it]
no subject
he can't protest even if he wanted to, so he doesn't bother lingering on the possibility for too long. the voices in his head of propriety and restraint are becoming very faint under the haze of objectives and pleasure anyway]
no subject
You're—mine—!
[and then the shudders hard, orgasm wracking her body with pleasure as she moves]
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