[The tug of her fingers caught in his hair barely registers, and even the bite of her nails are negligible, lost somewhere in that frozen-still moment of them newly slotted against each other. The feeling of it being almost too much, too full, is a shared one, though to a different degree — he feels completely squeezed by her, warm at every angle, and even his single movement forward had sent a wave through him. A pulse with every twitch, every adjustment on her side, that has him biting his lower lip, trying not to hiss out the exact same word in turn.
He barely manages; what leaves his mouth is a sound incomprehensible. Ciri relaxes around him, and suddenly too much feels like not enough, and Sephiroth moves his hands to just below her hip bones, hiking her up, then retracting his cock halfway from her. They glisten where they meet. He hasn’t time to appreciate the view, really, because his body has him pushing himself back into her, harder.
The effort to leash his words are useless this time, falling out as they do; a rarity for a man like Sephiroth—]
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He barely manages; what leaves his mouth is a sound incomprehensible. Ciri relaxes around him, and suddenly too much feels like not enough, and Sephiroth moves his hands to just below her hip bones, hiking her up, then retracting his cock halfway from her. They glisten where they meet. He hasn’t time to appreciate the view, really, because his body has him pushing himself back into her, harder.
The effort to leash his words are useless this time, falling out as they do; a rarity for a man like Sephiroth—]
Nngh, fuck. Ciri…