[ She's pretty not at all composed right now, and she not only wouldn't mind those bruises she'd welcome them, is almost seeking them from how she pushes against him, pulls him closer with her hands and her words and every tool seh has at her disposal right now. He's getting enough of those noises out of her, building slowly because he's pushing so hard and so sure and this right here, this could last as long as forever with her still being okay with it. That opening up of his drags a long low moan out of her, biting at his neck for a moment inbetween her words because she needs to, she needs every way she can possibly gather to show him how much this matters to her right now, and her mind in turn quietly slides open against his, every part of care and desperate desire for him clear as can be. ]
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