[ having her leave the stockings on was a mistake, he thinks, as she makes quick work of his belt. he could be inside her by now if he hadn’t been an idiot. but that thought is soon overridden by how she touches herself, the noise she makes, and the feeling of the stockings underneath his palms as he slides his hands to her thighs.

god, he wants to taste her. which would require removing the stockings or ripping them. does he want to to move them? does he even have time to devour her as he wants? maybe she doesn’t want her stockings ripped.

I can buy her new ones, he thinks in his haze as he leans forward for another hungry kiss before sliding his hands under her thighs, to lift her up. she’s only in his arms for a moment as he turns to set her down on the bed properly.

one, he has to remove his pants, which he does so with an almost comical haste. two, he is almost immediately over her once he kicks off his remaining pant leg, kissing down her chest again before saying: ]

So sorry —-

[ he mumbles against her stomach as he tears a neat hole right along the seam of her stockings, pulling her lace underwear to the side. he ducks down between her legs with a swipe of his tongue through her folds. she’s wet already, and he’s dizzy with the taste as he gets himself comfortable on his stomach. ]

But I’ve needed this for the last hour and —- gods —-

[ he pulls her hips toward him before setting to his task, tongue exploring her entrance with a groan, hungrily drinking her in. he pulls back long enough to kiss the inside of her thigh and say: ]

I was going to finish with you in my lap like that, and I can’t have that.