[The time away from Naoto physically and intimately took it's toll on him, the urge to make up for what was lost immense. Silence by stillness allows him to admire her body and where clothing remained from the haste of need.
Tranquilness overtakes him, Her arms and legs entrapping him in a fiery warmth he could drift into a lazy peace. He nuzzles against the top of her hair and plants a soft kiss, the hand not balancing combing about the back of her short dark hair.]
I want to hear it. [The uncommon lift of his cheeks into a smile breaks upon his face bearing the signs of exertion and flush. To see her let go so thoroughly and yet maintain a rigid grasp to who she is stirs the fires of his desire like few things do; he being the only person to put in the state that softened her sharp eyes and beckons moans from shaking lips.
Again, he hasn't pulled himself free or has turned flaccid riding the tremblers of their bodies in the aftershocks. The position isn't opportune to skim his fingers about her body, himself bent over her from the side of the bed. He doesn't want to free her up, not too long, and satisfaction hasn't been met to him.]
We aren't done. [It's stated factual, a kiss placed on her forehead. Several rounds have long been the standard with his abnormal body, but tonight the talk of filling and sewing his seed rattles his leash.
There's a lot of it already in her, unmoving from being unable to escape, and it's not enough. Not with how she craved for it.]
You top this time. [A pause as he reels back to look her in the face.] First though, we strip you bare. [He doesn't bring it up about keeping what's already inside her remaining there. Enough haste and nothing will slip out, unless all of it has gone to seed with her.
As incentive he pulls his cock back some and pushes back in kindling embers that don't need it. He's picking at her shirt as he does this, to free her top and take of her breast more. Her skirt will take nothing, a firm grab and tear unless she removes them with more grace.]
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Tranquilness overtakes him, Her arms and legs entrapping him in a fiery warmth he could drift into a lazy peace. He nuzzles against the top of her hair and plants a soft kiss, the hand not balancing combing about the back of her short dark hair.]
I want to hear it. [The uncommon lift of his cheeks into a smile breaks upon his face bearing the signs of exertion and flush. To see her let go so thoroughly and yet maintain a rigid grasp to who she is stirs the fires of his desire like few things do; he being the only person to put in the state that softened her sharp eyes and beckons moans from shaking lips.
Again, he hasn't pulled himself free or has turned flaccid riding the tremblers of their bodies in the aftershocks. The position isn't opportune to skim his fingers about her body, himself bent over her from the side of the bed. He doesn't want to free her up, not too long, and satisfaction hasn't been met to him.]
We aren't done. [It's stated factual, a kiss placed on her forehead. Several rounds have long been the standard with his abnormal body, but tonight the talk of filling and sewing his seed rattles his leash.
There's a lot of it already in her, unmoving from being unable to escape, and it's not enough. Not with how she craved for it.]
You top this time. [A pause as he reels back to look her in the face.] First though, we strip you bare. [He doesn't bring it up about keeping what's already inside her remaining there. Enough haste and nothing will slip out, unless all of it has gone to seed with her.
As incentive he pulls his cock back some and pushes back in kindling embers that don't need it. He's picking at her shirt as he does this, to free her top and take of her breast more. Her skirt will take nothing, a firm grab and tear unless she removes them with more grace.]