I don't know. [ an honest answer, remaining still as she begins to push his shirt off of his shoulders. mostly that she could do whatever she liked to him and he wouldn't have an ounce of complaint. which he's about to extrapolate on when sofia pins him against her breast.
his breath catches at the motion, and he immediately takes the hint to resume his ministrations. he hums at the taste of her skin, flattening his tongue against her nipple as she drops herself into his lap. he can't stop the groan at the weight, pulling off of her breast long enough to exhale shakily at the feeling of her nails down his chest. at the praise. ]
You're going to be the death of me.
[ he says under his breath, his hands removing from her sides long enough to shrug out of his shirt entirely. his touch isn't absent for long, wrapping his arms around her waist, tilting his head up for kiss. hungrier, this time, driven on by how tantalizingly close she is.
he wants her like this, he thinks, a hand running up her back. in his lap, where he can hold her while she takes him. but he'll let her decide what she wants to do, first. he has a vague idea, giving how her perfectly manicured nails are darting around his waistband. ]
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Date: 2024-08-30 01:59 am (UTC)his breath catches at the motion, and he immediately takes the hint to resume his ministrations. he hums at the taste of her skin, flattening his tongue against her nipple as she drops herself into his lap. he can't stop the groan at the weight, pulling off of her breast long enough to exhale shakily at the feeling of her nails down his chest. at the praise. ]
You're going to be the death of me.
[ he says under his breath, his hands removing from her sides long enough to shrug out of his shirt entirely. his touch isn't absent for long, wrapping his arms around her waist, tilting his head up for kiss. hungrier, this time, driven on by how tantalizingly close she is.
he wants her like this, he thinks, a hand running up her back. in his lap, where he can hold her while she takes him. but he'll let her decide what she wants to do, first. he has a vague idea, giving how her perfectly manicured nails are darting around his waistband. ]