Hotaru
Somehow it's seeing the lurid bruises that brings her heart into this even further, contracting with the desire to put a stop to everything and examine him herself. But it's not her place, her duty or design any longer. This is what he wants from her - not love, not tenderness - so it's what she'll give. She forces her gaze past his torso to focus instead on shoving his shorts just a little further down with the knuckles of her hand, irritated she can't manage better without taking her other hand away from his hair which she's loathe to do.
Ru whines, the sound torn between pleading and petulant as his hand cups her breast, thumbing her sensitive nipple and making her arch into the touch. He rises to meet her, making her gasp as the ridges of her own knuckles brushes against her aching core, her palm the only thing separating them. The inhalation is swept from her lungs seconds later on a pitiful groan as his teeth bite into her lobe, squirming impatiently. Fire licks up her insides as he purrs sin straight into her ear. She doesn't want to go slow. Slow gives too much room for intention and mistakes. But it's so easy to say yes when it gives her more moments to commit to memory to revisit later.
Squeezing his cock with just the right amount of pressure, Hotaru twists her fingers tighter in his hair and blinks the haze of arousal away to stare into his eyes through her own lowered lids. "Isn't that m-more of a reward for you than me?" It's hard to keep her words straight, and Gods he's barely even touched her. It would be embarrassing if she felt any sense of shame or self-consciousness right now. Yanking his head back, she fits her teeth around the swell of his adam's apple and bites down - not as hard as he had on her neck, but enough to leave faint red marks. "I'm not good at patient." Panting softly against his neck, but otherwise not actually forcing him any faster. If he decides to dig this hole deeper, Ru intends to follow him down into it.
Ru whines, the sound torn between pleading and petulant as his hand cups her breast, thumbing her sensitive nipple and making her arch into the touch. He rises to meet her, making her gasp as the ridges of her own knuckles brushes against her aching core, her palm the only thing separating them. The inhalation is swept from her lungs seconds later on a pitiful groan as his teeth bite into her lobe, squirming impatiently. Fire licks up her insides as he purrs sin straight into her ear. She doesn't want to go slow. Slow gives too much room for intention and mistakes. But it's so easy to say yes when it gives her more moments to commit to memory to revisit later.
Squeezing his cock with just the right amount of pressure, Hotaru twists her fingers tighter in his hair and blinks the haze of arousal away to stare into his eyes through her own lowered lids. "Isn't that m-more of a reward for you than me?" It's hard to keep her words straight, and Gods he's barely even touched her. It would be embarrassing if she felt any sense of shame or self-consciousness right now. Yanking his head back, she fits her teeth around the swell of his adam's apple and bites down - not as hard as he had on her neck, but enough to leave faint red marks. "I'm not good at patient." Panting softly against his neck, but otherwise not actually forcing him any faster. If he decides to dig this hole deeper, Ru intends to follow him down into it.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
