[ Walls are great for pressure, but pressure is horrible for self-control. He makes the kind of sound that's either reserved for mild to moderate pain you knew was going to happen, or sudden, intense pleasure, and his grip on her tightens again. He takes advantage of the fact that she's supported by his leg, his waist, and one hand, and uses the other to try and start on his pants, seeing as all she's got on are leggings anyway. He hoists her up just enough so that he can reach the button and the zipper and start undoing both, starting to graze his teeth over her neck, following it with gentler attention. ]
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