[Her name comes out as a whine at the increased pressure, while nearly cursing the two layers that separate her hand from him. Be nice if his mutant power was just to suddenly get rid of his clothes (guess his optic blasts technically could, but also, no), but Scott finds himself wetly panting up at the ceiling through the hue of his red lenses. Honestly, at this point though, he would blame Kotone for making him see different colors.
His thigh jerks in her grip at the added touch, an extra noise escaping from his throat that sounds like a combination of a whimper and a laugh. He didn't even know the buildup to sex could be this much, but he definitely wants to do it again, with her.
But probably should uh actually get there first. If he can last that long and god, he better. How embarrassing would it be if he just fucking climaxed in his pants?? Kotone would probably never want to do it again with him. It's that thought that pushes his determination to get the rest of his clothes off.
His fingers continue to falter and slip past the button until he just releases his hold on the condom to aid his other hand in getting rid of his jeans. This is clearly not a one hand job, it almost doesn't feel like a two hand job, as his fingers continue to shake while threading the button through the hole and yanking the zipper down without much finesse. Hard part over?? But with his erection still pushing against his boxers and the denim of his jeans, it's not enough.
Somehow, through his heat-riddled thoughts, he manages to put together a cohesive sentence.]
Y-you know, you still haven't taken your skirt off.
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[Her name comes out as a whine at the increased pressure, while nearly cursing the two layers that separate her hand from him. Be nice if his mutant power was just to suddenly get rid of his clothes (guess his optic blasts technically could, but also, no), but Scott finds himself wetly panting up at the ceiling through the hue of his red lenses. Honestly, at this point though, he would blame Kotone for making him see different colors.
His thigh jerks in her grip at the added touch, an extra noise escaping from his throat that sounds like a combination of a whimper and a laugh. He didn't even know the buildup to sex could be this much, but he definitely wants to do it again, with her.
But probably should uh actually get there first. If he can last that long and god, he better. How embarrassing would it be if he just fucking climaxed in his pants?? Kotone would probably never want to do it again with him. It's that thought that pushes his determination to get the rest of his clothes off.
His fingers continue to falter and slip past the button until he just releases his hold on the condom to aid his other hand in getting rid of his jeans. This is clearly not a one hand job, it almost doesn't feel like a two hand job, as his fingers continue to shake while threading the button through the hole and yanking the zipper down without much finesse. Hard part over?? But with his erection still pushing against his boxers and the denim of his jeans, it's not enough.
Somehow, through his heat-riddled thoughts, he manages to put together a cohesive sentence.]
Y-you know, you still haven't taken your skirt off.