[ He lets himself in more gebtly than the first time -- it requires a lot of willpower not to cave and give in, and you'll feel the way he's trembling with the effort to go slow: his breath hot against your skin, the hand at your hip flexing because he knows a tight grip will likely bruise, the other braced on the sheets beneath you, curled into a fist.
There's a strangled noise against your shoulder when he's finally sheathed to the hilt, and the succeeding intakes of breath are short as they shudder past his lips. This one's tense all over, and the room has become so damn hot he can hardly breathe. ]
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There's a strangled noise against your shoulder when he's finally sheathed to the hilt, and the succeeding intakes of breath are short as they shudder past his lips. This one's tense all over, and the room has become so damn hot he can hardly breathe. ]