[ It other circumstances, it'd almost be barbaric. Too fast, too frenzied, and they may as well be masturbating for all the interaction they give each other. But right now, clothes half-off, half-on, on the cold floor like animals, it's perfect. The elevator is silent and cool and it's filthy; the hitches in breath and grunts and the sounds of slick friction. With her legs grappled around him, her hand working furiously between their bodies, Hei lets her coax him to the rhythm she wants: faster, faster, filling her with pressure and heat. ]
[ In the gloom, her eyes are bright and unseeing as she comes. He feels every spasm, every ripple, her heat a knock-out, soft skin and those needy sounds and her breathless mouth. All for him, delicious and perfect. He keeps moving, full-length strokes that mash his pelvis against hers, a growl trapped in his throat as he crashes into a kiss, all teeth and tongue. Not slowing, stretching it out for her -- and if she gets oversensitive she can always dig her heels and nails into his back to slow him down. ]
⊕ Friday!
[ In the gloom, her eyes are bright and unseeing as she comes. He feels every spasm, every ripple, her heat a knock-out, soft skin and those needy sounds and her breathless mouth. All for him, delicious and perfect. He keeps moving, full-length strokes that mash his pelvis against hers, a growl trapped in his throat as he crashes into a kiss, all teeth and tongue. Not slowing, stretching it out for her -- and if she gets oversensitive she can always dig her heels and nails into his back to slow him down. ]