my bones are caving in

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

The soft noises she makes do nothing but increase his need for her, drawing him closer in, eliciting similar, if lower toned, moans and nondescript sounds from him. He leans wholly into the kiss, lips brushing against hers, tongue slipping out to taste her, to feel her, teeth nibbling gently on her lower lip as he eventually pulls away to catch his breath once more. The break is temporary, as he dives down to her for another, never sated by just one kiss, grinding his hips against her all the while (revelling in the way her strong legs wrap around him, encouraging him on), hoping to make her quite breathless, to work her up to a frenzy before moving on to the next stage of this examination.

For though he is very much feeling the pressure building in the bulge within his own pants, he is also engaged in his game, in bringing her with him through it, in taunting and teasing and pushing her to her climax before his own. So when he next breaks the kiss he sits a bit taller, a devil's smirk on his mouth as he puts more distance between them.

"Toothache seems to be stable," he observed, his tones far more breathless, though still playful and heavily suggestive. "Time to check your legs next," he said matter-of-factly, sitting up taller and leaning back more, to break the hold the strong limbs have on him, to 'dismount' her, as it were, to kneel beside her, still close, instead. All the while, he ran his hands down from their hiding spot in her hair her shoulders, her ribs and waist, not touching her with any more pressure than a feather's dance on the fabric. When he got to the hem of her pants, he tugged and helped her to lose them, to see the smooth, creamy skin beneath the fabric, the bed of pubic hair that held a gem he would certainly feel a need to examine soon.

First though, he did as he said he would, and moved so that he was kneeling between her legs, focussing first on the left one, running his hand along her calf, down to her ankle, a light, experimental touch tickling the surface of her foot. Then he looked higher, his head close to her knee, his hot breath rolling over it as he pressed a kiss to her kneecap, his hand reaching along her inner thigh, eyes flicking to her face to see if she approved of his game still.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE