[ Her languor gives him difficulties. He's so used to everything spilling into a heated rush between them; her patient kisses and the hot water don't diffuse his tension, but stir him up instead, sending a wave of blood surging from his limbs to his groin, where his erection twitches sluggishly against her belly. ]
[ Humming into the kiss, he gives a lazy, friction-hindered thrust -- part experiment, part plea. Slides his hands along her ribs, up underneath her arms, across traps and deltoids, up over pretty, straight collarbones and then down to those fascinatingly heavy breasts. In the water, they are entirely unabused by gravity. He palms them, kneads them, circles inward. Thumbs the nipples, their color seeming to darken to a mouth-watering crinkled russet in the distorted rays of water-light. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, he gnaws the crook of her neck, a moist slide of lips, a soft burn of stubble. Nuzzles the tops of her breasts, and when his gaze flicks up at her, the lashes making jagged crowns of shadow in the dying sunlight, it's with a certain kind of -- not stillness, not just contentment. ]
[ Happiness, maybe. ]
Any requests?
[ Anything Asami did or didn't do for you. It's not a matter of competition or jealousy. Just gauging if she's up for anything new. ]
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Date: 2015-01-03 11:36 pm (UTC)[ Humming into the kiss, he gives a lazy, friction-hindered thrust -- part experiment, part plea. Slides his hands along her ribs, up underneath her arms, across traps and deltoids, up over pretty, straight collarbones and then down to those fascinatingly heavy breasts. In the water, they are entirely unabused by gravity. He palms them, kneads them, circles inward. Thumbs the nipples, their color seeming to darken to a mouth-watering crinkled russet in the distorted rays of water-light. ]
[ Breaking the kiss, he gnaws the crook of her neck, a moist slide of lips, a soft burn of stubble. Nuzzles the tops of her breasts, and when his gaze flicks up at her, the lashes making jagged crowns of shadow in the dying sunlight, it's with a certain kind of -- not stillness, not just contentment. ]
[ Happiness, maybe. ]
Any requests?
[ Anything Asami did or didn't do for you. It's not a matter of competition or jealousy. Just gauging if she's up for anything new. ]