[ No -- yes -- okay, he needs the high ground on this now, because the way you're sinking into him is frustrating, and he's realizing that he wants his mouth on your skin. He's getting those flashes again: you much younger than this, moving beneath hands that aren't his, seen through eyes that are not his own with the vaguest recollection of sensations that he's never felt but which he nevertheless remembers as if he were there.
His other leg comes up, caging you in place as he catches you by the nape to tug your head back so that he can press his lips to your throat, the warmth of you a welcome thing, your pulse fluttering beneath his tongue. ]
Fuck-- [ a frustrated sound as he rolls you both over to pin you to the bed, hands sliding across your shirt to snake fingers beneath the hem to ruck the fabric up.
He was too distracted earlier to pay attention to the ink that wrap around your arms, but its the hint of gold on the right side of your stomach that's got his full attention now.
So this is him pressing that mouth to the planes of your belly, even as a hand comes to smooth down the side of your thigh. ]
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His other leg comes up, caging you in place as he catches you by the nape to tug your head back so that he can press his lips to your throat, the warmth of you a welcome thing, your pulse fluttering beneath his tongue. ]
Fuck-- [ a frustrated sound as he rolls you both over to pin you to the bed, hands sliding across your shirt to snake fingers beneath the hem to ruck the fabric up.
He was too distracted earlier to pay attention to the ink that wrap around your arms, but its the hint of gold on the right side of your stomach that's got his full attention now.
So this is him pressing that mouth to the planes of your belly, even as a hand comes to smooth down the side of your thigh. ]