Neron huffs out a soft laugh at Morgan's eager hands, and he obliges of course. They are both stripped down within moments, and he can feel the heat of her skin against his as he leans in for another kiss. His hands guide her hips up against his own, anchoring her against him in a teasing display that has a shuddering sigh escaping his lips; by the time she speaks, Neron has wound himself up enough that it takes a couple of moments for the words to sink in.
"Wasn't sure if you wanted that sort of thing for this," he tells her through a voice made tense by desire, pressing another kiss against her neck that promises more, but not quite. She'll have to be explicit with her wishes if she wants his teeth as well as his cock - and honestly, that's mainly because Neron is pretty sure the additional pleasure of an Ascended bite will finish this before it's even begun.
But he can't deny either of them any longer, and so, hitching Morgan up a little further, the Hailstorm enters her with a curse of pleasure whispered against her skin. It takes everything not to simply bury himself in her heat over and over again, to thrust his way into oblivion within moments, and so when his hips move it's almost painstakingly slow, though that makes it no less gratifying.
