(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

He yields to her, and she positively vibrates with it, waiting until she’s given what she’s asked for. And he lowers himself a small amount more, finding his way into her that’s met with that taut string within her growing tighter, a half swallowed moan that she tries to tamper down to not be too loud for those that sleep in the rooms beside her. There’s that wildfire ablaze in her eyes, along her skin, as her legs tighten a bit around him as he gives her time to settle, and settle she does — tightening around him with a staggering breath.

And when he begins to move, capturing her lips, she does the only thing she can — throwing the feeling and pleasure down the bond, her lilting cry of a moan accompanying it, flashes of the sensation he brings her and the relief that he’s finally done what she’s asked. Her fingers tighten in his hair, aiming to bite at his lip, to trail between her panting breaths and latch onto his neck with sharp white teeth.

Her hips move with him, pressing back to get him as deep as she can, burning with the sensation he provides, that ledge approaching swiftly from how long it’s been. But she tries to hold out as well, to keep the build up from spilling over, focusing all her attention on the way she sends her sounds down the bond because it was far less likely to be heard than audibly and muffled as it were.

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