my bones are caving in

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

A low rumbling moan echoes somewhere deep within his chest as everything she does stirs up those sensations again. Her kiss against his hand he could handle no problem, but when her form shifts atop him, when her knees and thighs press in against his side and inevitably press those other lips against his lower stomach region, he feels the coals being stoked back to life, feels the heat rushing, swirling, promising to rise again. He flexes, tensing against her, his hand pressing into her hip as it wriggles, before following the bend of her joint to rest his fingers near her jewel - not quite all the way there, but certainly not far.

Then her tongue dances along his thumb, and fuck, he is back.

His breath hitches, and he fights the urge to just lean up and kiss her, and take her again - after all, she gave him a chance to play before, it was only polite that he let her do the same. With a 'brow raising, he spoke in a voice a bit more gravelly than before from the effort of restraint. "Didn't realise I was due for an exam." Somewhere in the region of his loins, there was a good change she would feel just how ready he was for said exam.

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

CHULANE