I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked out twice
Slowly, Nate's confidence returns, his focus moving away from his own hands to lock instead on Hotaru, electric eyes raking over her face, the cracks of pleasure breaking through her composure. He grins wide, showing off teeth that will all too soon be buried in her, much like his fingers are. Really, the position he's in isn't too different from the one he prefers anyway, the dynamic perhaps a little off, but really, he's still the one making Hotaru tremble, who's fingers pull her closer and closer to the brink or orgasm.
As the whine leaves her, Nate turns his head, lips dragging across Hotaru's thigh in a barely restrained tease. His hand grows faster, more insistent, fucking up into the spot over and over, until Hotaru is writhing against him, wetter now than she has been the whole time. Without any experience, Nate doesn't recognize the orgasm for what it it, not at first, his fingers still thrusting, his thumb still rubbing fast circles around her clit. It's not until he's pulled forward that it clicks, and his mouth opens, teeth sinking into the artery he'd so carefully run his hand over earlier.
Sensation sparks down his spine like an electric shock, sending twitches down to his hands, the one on Hotaru's hip squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, and the one inside her trembling. Nate isn't sure if it's because of her orgasm, or if this is just different, but somehow it feels more intense, grips him more fully than it has before. A low growl leaves him, muffled by her skin as he tries, in vain, to press closer, to take more now that he's been allowed.
As the whine leaves her, Nate turns his head, lips dragging across Hotaru's thigh in a barely restrained tease. His hand grows faster, more insistent, fucking up into the spot over and over, until Hotaru is writhing against him, wetter now than she has been the whole time. Without any experience, Nate doesn't recognize the orgasm for what it it, not at first, his fingers still thrusting, his thumb still rubbing fast circles around her clit. It's not until he's pulled forward that it clicks, and his mouth opens, teeth sinking into the artery he'd so carefully run his hand over earlier.
Sensation sparks down his spine like an electric shock, sending twitches down to his hands, the one on Hotaru's hip squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, and the one inside her trembling. Nate isn't sure if it's because of her orgasm, or if this is just different, but somehow it feels more intense, grips him more fully than it has before. A low growl leaves him, muffled by her skin as he tries, in vain, to press closer, to take more now that he's been allowed.
Ain't no stoppin' me tonight
I'ma get all the things I like
NATE
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