[ No yanking, no steering- adoring. Admiring. Reassuring himself that yes, this is real, yes, she's here, and yes, this was happening. Not another dream where he'll wake up alone and aching in every which way knowing she was dead. Not bleeding out in a cave somewhere with one last hallucination to ease the way. Clair here and touching him. Wanting him. ]
jesuschristclair-
[ It's a fight not to buck up but the rest of him curls, snapping upright in a shot to keep from thrusting into her mouth. This is at her pace, they're doing what she wants and he's following along for the ride. Like usual. But goddamn, that wet heat, the slick glide of her mouth has him moaning, hand slipping out of her hair to claw at the sheets. No reason to tangle her hair or hurt her, god no.
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jesuschristclair-
[ It's a fight not to buck up but the rest of him curls, snapping upright in a shot to keep from thrusting into her mouth. This is at her pace, they're doing what she wants and he's following along for the ride. Like usual. But goddamn, that wet heat, the slick glide of her mouth has him moaning, hand slipping out of her hair to claw at the sheets. No reason to tangle her hair or hurt her, god no.
The teeth really fucking do it for him. ]
Shit- that's playing dirty!