[His stomach undulates under her hand as he takes in quick short breaths, feeling like he's run a marathon, when in actuality, all he's done is lie here and let Kotone take full control of the situation, of him. He's glad she's into it too because it's so much. He wants to give her everything that he has and another loud cry, mixed with a small breathless laugh, leaves him as she does so, taking the last inch of him as she settles fully onto his dick.
Fuck. Holy shit. He's really fully in her. It's her heat that's fully encasing him right now. Her bare pelvis meeting his.
Positive? He didn't orgasm immediately. He doesn't have to bury his face into the pillow and never leave the house again. Well, considering this is Kotone's bed in the first place, he'd probably have to do a walk of shame right off a cliff or something, yeah, that sounds reasonable.
For a long while, Scott keeps his eyes focused on where they're joined, his panting increasing while sweat rolls down into his hair and face. Another loud moan breaks out as she shifts against him, but he finally looks up at her with an expression that's almost intense, with desire, heat, and something a little deeper clearly visible on his face.]
A-as if I'd let you go.
[He manages, matching her laugh. His hands grip her small waist as she starts riding him, instinctively clenching them further as he helps guide her rocking, even if she probably doesn't need it. However, he hopes it encourages her as he thrusts his head back again, his mouth wide open and panting at the ceiling, briefly but completely overwhelmed as they start building a rhythm. Caring slightly less about holding back, Scott lets his hips jerk up into her clenching body, wanting to chase more of that heat-- more of that pleasure, and hear her cry out as well.]
no subject
Fuck. Holy shit. He's really fully in her. It's her heat that's fully encasing him right now. Her bare pelvis meeting his.
Positive? He didn't orgasm immediately. He doesn't have to bury his face into the pillow and never leave the house again. Well, considering this is Kotone's bed in the first place, he'd probably have to do a walk of shame right off a cliff or something, yeah, that sounds reasonable.
For a long while, Scott keeps his eyes focused on where they're joined, his panting increasing while sweat rolls down into his hair and face. Another loud moan breaks out as she shifts against him, but he finally looks up at her with an expression that's almost intense, with desire, heat, and something a little deeper clearly visible on his face.]
A-as if I'd let you go.
[He manages, matching her laugh. His hands grip her small waist as she starts riding him, instinctively clenching them further as he helps guide her rocking, even if she probably doesn't need it. However, he hopes it encourages her as he thrusts his head back again, his mouth wide open and panting at the ceiling, briefly but completely overwhelmed as they start building a rhythm. Caring slightly less about holding back, Scott lets his hips jerk up into her clenching body, wanting to chase more of that heat-- more of that pleasure, and hear her cry out as well.]
Don't hold back.