[The two weren't mutually exclusive. An exasperated sigh can carry genuine concern for his well being, it's endearing really and reminds him that Naoto can in fact be cute.
Which may explain his lagging start and his long amused gaze brought on by a single word and action. Undressing clicks when he sees her start and his boxers are slipped off. He halts from kicking them across the room when he hears her mutter, then arches his faded eyebrows before it dawns on him; after she puts her hand at her heats slick core.
The dissatisfied lock almost earns a what, but her following words answer the unspoken question. Striking up embarrassment places her in a precarious place of cute and sexy, lips closing into hers hurried to force her face back to his.]
I will...[Then dragged and deep he follows;]...if you say please...
[He's going to regardless, fingers cupping into to make certain nothing escapes and applying his palm about her clit. Moving about this way is a greater hassle, yet it's one he'll accept no charge.
Her answer is put on standby while he crawls on the bed urging her forward by his blocking hand. Once settled higher, he shifts, stops, waits on assistance from her side to prevent leaking, and continues until he's laying on his back with her atop.
His less occupied hand sets fingers light on the center of her scar and draws down past her rib cage and stalls below her belly button. She feels full, though it my simply be trickery. Nothing appears different to his vision, still knowing she's longing to keep his seed inside means he won't need stroking to retain stiffness.]
The more it lingers, the more of a chance you'll end up pregnant. [His red eyes pull up from her flat stomach long since imagining it grow with theirs to her face flushed and lovely.] Nine months with child, our child...you may already be...[The smirk hides his fair share of embarrassing delight over how enticing it is the see her swelling with life.]
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Which may explain his lagging start and his long amused gaze brought on by a single word and action. Undressing clicks when he sees her start and his boxers are slipped off. He halts from kicking them across the room when he hears her mutter, then arches his faded eyebrows before it dawns on him; after she puts her hand at her heats slick core.
The dissatisfied lock almost earns a what, but her following words answer the unspoken question. Striking up embarrassment places her in a precarious place of cute and sexy, lips closing into hers hurried to force her face back to his.]
I will...[Then dragged and deep he follows;]...if you say please...
[He's going to regardless, fingers cupping into to make certain nothing escapes and applying his palm about her clit. Moving about this way is a greater hassle, yet it's one he'll accept no charge.
Her answer is put on standby while he crawls on the bed urging her forward by his blocking hand. Once settled higher, he shifts, stops, waits on assistance from her side to prevent leaking, and continues until he's laying on his back with her atop.
His less occupied hand sets fingers light on the center of her scar and draws down past her rib cage and stalls below her belly button. She feels full, though it my simply be trickery. Nothing appears different to his vision, still knowing she's longing to keep his seed inside means he won't need stroking to retain stiffness.]
The more it lingers, the more of a chance you'll end up pregnant. [His red eyes pull up from her flat stomach long since imagining it grow with theirs to her face flushed and lovely.] Nine months with child, our child...you may already be...[The smirk hides his fair share of embarrassing delight over how enticing it is the see her swelling with life.]
Is that what you want, my Naoto?