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Pierce

He thrives with the way she curves against the bar, with the whispers around and voices that remain. All of it, ignored for the favor of the sounds leaving Thal’s throat. His own accompany the mix, low and a rumbling sultry purr, surprisingly gentle compared to how he moves with her and drives her toward her orgasm. It’s exactly this moment that he readjusts her leg, driving himself deeper as pleasure blooms through him, the crest of his own climax on the horizon.

Not unlike the waves of the sea, Pierce aims toward it like a boat with a singular paddle, taking his time if only so he can ensure she gets off first. The don’t stop that reaches his ears is granted, his pace increasing with the buck of his hips against her — because he’d had zero thought of stopping when they were this close. “C’mon,” he purrs breathily.

One hand shifts, cupping the curve of her breast, fingertips brushing against her nipple before he’s pinching it to try and drag more sound from her. His other hand leaves her leg where it is, tucked up against his side, curving inward as he adjusts them slightly to grant space for his hand to slip in. Like a heat seeking missile, his fingertips find her clit, the swirling pace quick just as his thrusts, mirroring to drive her over the edge.