(He hadn't realized just how lost they were getting, sensations he never once dared dream of played about his body in the heat shared between them: within her burying into him as if he were a pillar or something there to hold her within his arms without a word from his lips. He drifts further, further into this warm feeling and near finds himself groaning quietly at the feeling of her hands upon the roughness of his body. The soft contrast of them enough to make him melt from her fingertips tracing along muscle to memorize it.
Strength upon strength sits in those arms and yet he holds her so near he feels every part of her pressed into him.
The whisper of his name on her lips could send him to his knees alone, he starts to think, in how sweet it comes from her. He's happy. Happy in ways he never thought he could be in how he responds to the affection given to him and in how he finds himself falling deeper until the cool sensation of his shirt falling upon his shoulders to reveal his pectorals somewhat more by the time she parts. The scars in sight too, as he blinks.
The small realization of what just happened sinks in as they breathe and part; he even notices how much of a mess she is with him feeling similarly as heat rises to his cheeks. Goddess, he hadn't realized he was gripping her hard enough that her dress near came off from the sudden force of it. Although the fervent kisses had left bruises upon his lips that he doubts will go away any time soon.) N-no, I believe I got carried away all the same, too....had we not stopped I think if one regret came about it would be pressing toward a certain point in this closet. (Even if that side of him with such intense cravings for more is crying in agony that he isn't doing anything about it. No. He would respect that part of him that wants it to be somewhere more suitable with a feeling it is a mutual thought.
A bed would be better for them, a bed where they could be alone.
If it were anywhere else he'd much rather it be somewhere more romantic, however, not somewhere like this or somewhere that could likely end in him being gutted because they were discovered and it wasn't in a good way either.) I....not that I do not want to go that far when you are comfortable, I just would much rather it be somewhere more comfortable for the two of us, of course. (Best to clarify that point, first, before any assumptions arise about what he meant.)
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Strength upon strength sits in those arms and yet he holds her so near he feels every part of her pressed into him.
The whisper of his name on her lips could send him to his knees alone, he starts to think, in how sweet it comes from her. He's happy. Happy in ways he never thought he could be in how he responds to the affection given to him and in how he finds himself falling deeper until the cool sensation of his shirt falling upon his shoulders to reveal his pectorals somewhat more by the time she parts. The scars in sight too, as he blinks.
The small realization of what just happened sinks in as they breathe and part; he even notices how much of a mess she is with him feeling similarly as heat rises to his cheeks. Goddess, he hadn't realized he was gripping her hard enough that her dress near came off from the sudden force of it. Although the fervent kisses had left bruises upon his lips that he doubts will go away any time soon.) N-no, I believe I got carried away all the same, too....had we not stopped I think if one regret came about it would be pressing toward a certain point in this closet. (Even if that side of him with such intense cravings for more is crying in agony that he isn't doing anything about it. No. He would respect that part of him that wants it to be somewhere more suitable with a feeling it is a mutual thought.
A bed would be better for them, a bed where they could be alone.
If it were anywhere else he'd much rather it be somewhere more romantic, however, not somewhere like this or somewhere that could likely end in him being gutted because they were discovered and it wasn't in a good way either.) I....not that I do not want to go that far when you are comfortable, I just would much rather it be somewhere more comfortable for the two of us, of course. (Best to clarify that point, first, before any assumptions arise about what he meant.)