[ Her moan echoes in Hei's bones; a third finger joins the other two and he grinds the heel of his hand against her pubic bone. Moves in and out in a wet stirring rhythm, as if he wants nothing more but for her to open fully to him, to let him find new territory inside her. His free arm remains wound around her waist, needful anchoring, fingers digging into the jut of hipbone to keep her steady. His attention is split on two levels, but unwavering as he teases her breasts, attacks the nipples, all teeth and tongue, gnawing, tugging, sucking. His arms wear her scratches, his neck her bite marks -- and he plans to leave marks of his own. ]
[ Eventually, without breaking any point where their bodies intersect, he rolls them. No warning, just a rustle and a jolt as he pins her onto her back, his mouth breaking from her breasts as he covers her. The fabric of his coat is heavy; it tangles around them, keeping them close as he presses her mouth open in a kiss, his tongue gliding insistently against hers. It's almost a repeat of his manner when they'd been in that frigid shed, like he hadn't been touched in weeks, like he had to snatch this moment before it was plucked away. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ Eventually, without breaking any point where their bodies intersect, he rolls them. No warning, just a rustle and a jolt as he pins her onto her back, his mouth breaking from her breasts as he covers her. The fabric of his coat is heavy; it tangles around them, keeping them close as he presses her mouth open in a kiss, his tongue gliding insistently against hers. It's almost a repeat of his manner when they'd been in that frigid shed, like he hadn't been touched in weeks, like he had to snatch this moment before it was plucked away. ]