[ He is close to her, and it's an almost imperceptible lean backwards to ensure that the arc reactor isn't bothering her, given how they're close and he doesn't want to leave uncomfortable lines on her breasts or anywhere else. Arms stay put, just the shoulders and inner chest pull back just a tad. But he's still keeping that rhythm, settling into one that both he and she seem to be falling into, and it's a relief to have the pattern down but now it's a matter of time. He buries his face in her shoulder, this time with his forehead resting against it as he thrusts and rocks up into her. He doesn't really have enough processing energy to talk right now, between holding her up and the steady movement, but he can still show her that he appreciates her, that he loves her even if he can't say it. It might not be traditional, it might not actually even be how most people define love, but it's love in the manner in which he understands it, and that's good enough for him. ]
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