[ The bites eke a hissed noise out from between his teeth, just at the edge of a curse. As she rides his lap, rocking her hips faster and squeezing her muscles, his arousal ratchets up to a deep simmer. Letting his head roll against hers, her hair tickling his cheek, Hei pushes up harder under her, short grinding jabs in time to her cries, to the hitches in his own pulse. He's holding her tight now, his hands splayed wide around her ribs, supporting her, restraining her from going faster than she has to. ]
[ Too much movement feels superfluous right now. He'd much rather absorb that wet rhythmic nip of her muscles, the way they make his pulse skitter and his eyes flutter shut. Much rather keep her -- and himself -- on the fringes of a burn before the tension strings too tight to be restrained anymore, everything combusting into a bright-red flare. ]
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[ Too much movement feels superfluous right now. He'd much rather absorb that wet rhythmic nip of her muscles, the way they make his pulse skitter and his eyes flutter shut. Much rather keep her -- and himself -- on the fringes of a burn before the tension strings too tight to be restrained anymore, everything combusting into a bright-red flare. ]