About damn time she follow orders. Wolfwood's grateful, if the little series of grunts that issue from him are any indication, if the arches from crescent moons dug into his skin like the craters of a planet are any hint. He all but holds himself in half to meet her movements, grip knuckle-white on her sides as he grinds, hard, into her, so much so that the pressure tears a wheeze out of the bottom of his lungs.
They rattle. They rattle because of her.
"Feel you, feel you, feel you-- aaaahh..."
Expression twisting with mounting pleasure, his hips stutter once, twice, thrice before he pins her to him close, close enough to feel her heart; the heat inside him seems to sear him from the inside out as he empties himself between their stomachs with a cry.
He blinks hard, vision unable to clear the fuzz and white among his vision, before he slumps back, Kara still in his arms.
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13/8/15 05:04 (UTC)They rattle. They rattle because of her.
"Feel you, feel you, feel you-- aaaahh..."
Expression twisting with mounting pleasure, his hips stutter once, twice, thrice before he pins her to him close, close enough to feel her heart; the heat inside him seems to sear him from the inside out as he empties himself between their stomachs with a cry.
He blinks hard, vision unable to clear the fuzz and white among his vision, before he slumps back, Kara still in his arms.