[Even if he does still get shy and embarrassed, even if just physically, Nero has thankfully learned plenty in the years they've been together. The most comfortable way to spread her thighs, the angle at which his body can best enter hers. With her guidance and her plea, he doesn't hesitate to sink inside her, slow and steady. Nero would never admit it out loud, but he suspects he's a little big for her to start with, and he's always careful as they're first getting going.
He sighs with longing and relief as he hilts in her, pausing to lean over and kiss her again, making small adjustments to the way her legs drape over his, the way his knees take his own weight and hers. Then propping his hands up over her shoulders, he slowly starts to move, groaning softly. It's like getting a drink of water after crawling through a desert.]
[There’s only ever been one man for Kyrie, will likely only ever be one man, this man, and the way he treats her body with such care and borderline reverence is proof enough that she doesn’t even need to entertain the thought of searching for another. She enjoys the slow, familiar stretch of muscles adjusting to accommodate him within her and exhales with him as he comes to rest fully within her. It’s so good, he’s so good, every nerve ending feels electrified by the contact with him and she moans softly as he adjusts their positions to make her as comfortable as possible. He’s too good to her, it’s only right she return the favour.
Shifting beneath him, she tightens around his length and kisses him hungrily, the edge of her appetite for him barely even scratched and so tantalisingly close to being what she needs with every little movement of his hips. She drapes one arm over his shoulder, the other looping around his waist as she looks up at him with a joyful little laugh.]
I’m so glad this part didn’t change with everything that’s happened.
[Yes, she is referring to a certain body part, and she punctuates that with a gentle squeeze of said part, accompanied by a soft, satisfied sigh for emphasis.]
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He sighs with longing and relief as he hilts in her, pausing to lean over and kiss her again, making small adjustments to the way her legs drape over his, the way his knees take his own weight and hers. Then propping his hands up over her shoulders, he slowly starts to move, groaning softly. It's like getting a drink of water after crawling through a desert.]
God, you feel so good, baby...
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Shifting beneath him, she tightens around his length and kisses him hungrily, the edge of her appetite for him barely even scratched and so tantalisingly close to being what she needs with every little movement of his hips. She drapes one arm over his shoulder, the other looping around his waist as she looks up at him with a joyful little laugh.]
I’m so glad this part didn’t change with everything that’s happened.
[Yes, she is referring to a certain body part, and she punctuates that with a gentle squeeze of said part, accompanied by a soft, satisfied sigh for emphasis.]