[ He loves her hands where they wind up, on his head and neck and along and up and down; takes the whispered, fractured encouragements and uses them, keeping his rhythm steady and on the occasionally extra good one, his thrust is a little harder. He's losing himself in her very quickly, and what's keeping him grounded are her hands at his neck, in his hair, and her words, fractured as they are, they're keeping him here, and functional, and that's what they both need right now. Maybe not in a few minutes, but right now. His own rhythm speeds slightly, a little less rhythmic, and his shields are starting to get very patchy in the meantime. He hasn't got the energy required to keep them going right now; not when he's putting so much into the physical connection between them. ]
no subject