[Muttered against her skin as though it occurred to him mid-thought. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to distract him very much. He pulls away only when Kyrie rolls atop him, replacing his hands on the curve of her waist. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as she grinds down, and with a roll of his hips he presses his hardening bulge up between her thighs.
He very nearly audibly says "fuck" as he groans. Alas, he only mouths it.]
I need... [He settles into a slow rhythm, grinding up against her. He also lets out a quiet laugh, now brilliantly pink from scalp to stomach.] To learn to talk dirty without goddamn dying...
[He spares a hand from her waist only so he can briefly, bashfully press his fist over his eyes. Then he lets it drop, an absolutely smitten look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. ]
I need to make love to you. All night. Until you're satisfied.
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[Muttered against her skin as though it occurred to him mid-thought. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to distract him very much. He pulls away only when Kyrie rolls atop him, replacing his hands on the curve of her waist. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as she grinds down, and with a roll of his hips he presses his hardening bulge up between her thighs.
He very nearly audibly says "fuck" as he groans. Alas, he only mouths it.]
I need... [He settles into a slow rhythm, grinding up against her. He also lets out a quiet laugh, now brilliantly pink from scalp to stomach.] To learn to talk dirty without goddamn dying...
[He spares a hand from her waist only so he can briefly, bashfully press his fist over his eyes. Then he lets it drop, an absolutely smitten look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. ]
I need to make love to you. All night. Until you're satisfied.