[Those kisses go a long way in settling him into his skin insofar as he could possibly settle given his rather compromising position. Every breath he draws now is a little more shallow, because the heat in his lungs is building up to be just as worse as the heat twined within his limbs, in his gut. As such, when your lips meet again, he's grateful for the small distraction. It doesn't last long: he needs to come up for air.]
Please fuck me at whatever pace you like, LaRue.
[That is murmured into your ear. Perhaps it is odd that such words could sound... gentle. Pleading.]
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Please fuck me at whatever pace you like, LaRue.
[That is murmured into your ear. Perhaps it is odd that such words could sound... gentle. Pleading.]