[ Now that he's here, with you, like this, he could care less about his robe. Catching your mouth now, a nip of teeth when he does as he shrugs it off and pushes that fabric aside, a low sound of need deep in his chest.
He needs your skin pressed to his skin, you body flush against his own. One hand has curled at your nape, as if to keep you close and ensure that your mouth stays right where it is over his. The other hand has snuck between your bodies, palm flat over the planes of your stomach and making no secret of where it's going.
You'll be able to pick out the soft sounds he doesn't realize he's making -- needy, hungry, strained.
Focusing on other things has been his way of coping. Particularly since it seems to be the only time he can manage to keep his thoughts -- and eyes -- from constantly veering your way. ]
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He needs your skin pressed to his skin, you body flush against his own. One hand has curled at your nape, as if to keep you close and ensure that your mouth stays right where it is over his. The other hand has snuck between your bodies, palm flat over the planes of your stomach and making no secret of where it's going.
You'll be able to pick out the soft sounds he doesn't realize he's making -- needy, hungry, strained.
Focusing on other things has been his way of coping. Particularly since it seems to be the only time he can manage to keep his thoughts -- and eyes -- from constantly veering your way. ]