[ She says his name once and it's encouragement, fuel for the energy required to push harder against her just afterwards, at least the once more. She says it twice and it's almost a direction, like homing yourself to a location you can't see by following the sounds instead. He does it again, and then she pushes herself all along him and holds on tight - he can feel the anchors of her fingernails trying for purchase on his back, and he doesn't think he's ever going to stop being pleased at being able to elicit reactions just like that, maybe even just that specific one, where she feels the need to scratch him up without thinking about it. He stays close to her, minimizes his movements and changes his thrusts to smaller, steady rocks of his hips against hers, holding her to him with one hand and supporting himself with the other. It's the closeness, the feeling of her slightly dazed breathing ghosting over his skin, the way they're both holding each other as close to themselves as possible, that help him reach the edge of his own release, and he's so close, but he wants to make sure she gets all she can out of hers before he's willing to let go. ]
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