[ It'll do. His amusement grows a hint, but most of it is overridden by a sharp shiver through him as she reaches for him. He brushes some of her hair back, leans in to mouth against her throat. That spot just under her jaw.
Somewhere along the way, there's a rough Harder, but really—he's been halfway there already while he was between her. It doesn't take much before he grabs hold of something—a railing, a cushion—and digs in hard. The sound he makes catches, almost desperate, like he's forgotten what it is to let go and find his mind empty of anything except what's right in front of him.
His forehead rests against her shoulder. Maybe he's clinging to the feeling for a bit; he doesn't know, but he stays there for a moment or two as he catches his breath. ]
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Somewhere along the way, there's a rough Harder, but really—he's been halfway there already while he was between her. It doesn't take much before he grabs hold of something—a railing, a cushion—and digs in hard. The sound he makes catches, almost desperate, like he's forgotten what it is to let go and find his mind empty of anything except what's right in front of him.
His forehead rests against her shoulder. Maybe he's clinging to the feeling for a bit; he doesn't know, but he stays there for a moment or two as he catches his breath. ]