[ His body is a taut arch over hers, the beads of vertebra under his neck shifting against her encircling arms. But there's something almost unbearably sweet in the way he dips into her kiss (again: an illusion, but illusions are what Hei excels in). He doesn't enter her right away. Instead he keeps stroking, slowly, evenly. The sensation of her slicked heat, so close but not yet enveloping him, is delicious. He can feel the beads of frustrated sweat welling on his skin. ]
[ Finally, he tilts his hips just slightly and, on an exhale, pushes down. Red lines of sensation sear their way across his brain as the head of his erection presses into her with a tangible pop. He lets off a satisfied little hum and sinks in deeper, slowly, easing himself back and forth each time. But now that he's so close, it changes how everything feels, and the hot nervous energy of Now builds and flares. He's in balls-deep before he can swallow his initial gasp. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Finally, he tilts his hips just slightly and, on an exhale, pushes down. Red lines of sensation sear their way across his brain as the head of his erection presses into her with a tangible pop. He lets off a satisfied little hum and sinks in deeper, slowly, easing himself back and forth each time. But now that he's so close, it changes how everything feels, and the hot nervous energy of Now builds and flares. He's in balls-deep before he can swallow his initial gasp. ]
[ Fuck. ]