[He'd always been the sort to live in reality, in the now, physically and only somewhat concerning himself with the untouchable. Those moments were saved for the days he wasn't trying to burst through enemy lines and get three hours of sleep to avoid being ambushed.
To say that he's overwhelmed with both his own and her sensations would be an understatement. Her hands pull at his hair, his hands claw at his own shoulder. Her strength is much more than he could've imagined, beyond the physical confines of their bodies. In the shift of his hips, the breathy press of his lips and teeth against her throat, he feels that ancient strength ready to take him. He's nothing to her, that much he knows. But he keeps going. Crystalline light, multicolored, hazy, and blinding, swirls in and around him.
Like her, Nyx knows he can't hold this, as much as he wants to, as much as he feels that need to let it linger so it can last. What would she like to do to him? He'd damn well let her do it all. He's still not used to this connection, yet here he is, making it plain that she could do whatever she wants. The only thing he can do is slow their frenzied pace. He can't tell anymore if the lust is his own or hers or both of them together. It's too much to think on when it's the same thing that spurning him on to move the way she wants him to move.]
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this is terrible and i'm sorry
Date: 2017-06-04 06:13 pm (UTC)To say that he's overwhelmed with both his own and her sensations would be an understatement. Her hands pull at his hair, his hands claw at his own shoulder. Her strength is much more than he could've imagined, beyond the physical confines of their bodies. In the shift of his hips, the breathy press of his lips and teeth against her throat, he feels that ancient strength ready to take him. He's nothing to her, that much he knows. But he keeps going. Crystalline light, multicolored, hazy, and blinding, swirls in and around him.
Like her, Nyx knows he can't hold this, as much as he wants to, as much as he feels that need to let it linger so it can last. What would she like to do to him? He'd damn well let her do it all. He's still not used to this connection, yet here he is, making it plain that she could do whatever she wants. The only thing he can do is slow their frenzied pace. He can't tell anymore if the lust is his own or hers or both of them together. It's too much to think on when it's the same thing that spurning him on to move the way she wants him to move.]