[He was already stiff and swollen in her hand, but her continued attentions—even as exploratory and gentle as they are—leave no room for leeway now. By the time Ciri dips her mouth against his throat, where his pulse ticks in time with his heart, his cock is fully hard. And then she grows in her assuredness, something he can feel with every stroke, leaving Sephiroth caught between a burgeoning sensation of increasing pleasure—heated, sliding through him—contrasted against knowing this still feels insufficient.
He wants to be impatient, but he also would like for this moment to stretch on for as long as it can, and so he gutters out a breath, dipping his head down, eyes closed. On the upstroke, Ciri applies just enough pressure to ease out a low moan from him. Her touch feels so good.
Without even thinking, his own hands find themselves at her hips, as though he might want to seek even more stimulation in any way he can. The position’s a little awkward, with how near she is, but one hand trails to the inside of her thighs and up, mindlessly seeking the wetness between her legs.]
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He wants to be impatient, but he also would like for this moment to stretch on for as long as it can, and so he gutters out a breath, dipping his head down, eyes closed. On the upstroke, Ciri applies just enough pressure to ease out a low moan from him. Her touch feels so good.
Without even thinking, his own hands find themselves at her hips, as though he might want to seek even more stimulation in any way he can. The position’s a little awkward, with how near she is, but one hand trails to the inside of her thighs and up, mindlessly seeking the wetness between her legs.]