(o) never found an easy way out

Hotaru

They are both the type to tease, to linger, to drive the other mad. Hotaru would be more inclined to do so if she had the ability to pin him in the same place she is now. Instead she's content to writhe beneath his experienced touch, no matter how light and craze-inducing it may be. Or at least, content until she pulls away to not-quite demand he pick up the pace. The darkness of his blue eyes is all the confirmation she needs before he even speaks the words, and any response she may have had is driven away by the way his finger sinks into her, so much thicker than her own.

Of course what comes next is all the larger, and more pleasing because of it. She hooks her legs around his trim waist after he rids them of their pesky undergarments (and hopes they don't wash away in the tide, because streaking in Torchline on her first day wasn't penciled into the calendar). Hotaru moans loudly as her hair is pulled at the same time he sinks into her, hard and unyielding, seeming to carve a space out of her body in the most pleasurable way possible. Her legs squeeze him close, trembling under his body as she rakes her hands helplessly down his chest before trying to keep a good hold on his slick shoulders. Already beginning to grind and flex her hips, adjusting to the thickness of his cock inside her.

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat