[ now if i backtag this you can use your lup journal! yay
it's hard to focus on almost anything besides wanting more at the moment, all of those sensations feeding into each other. there's the bite of her fingers into his muscles, the way the kiss just unravels heat down his spine, the press and ache of the toy. the grind feels good, and he can't resist the urge to push back into it, hips arching up and off of the bed to try and get more. he makes a soft noise into the kiss, muffled, nips at her lower lip as the impatience builds with the anticipation -
and that crests over when she moves. the first one gets a gasp out of him - gu yun's head shifts away from her mouth and he briefly drops it against her shoulder, biting down at the first thrust as it draws pleasure through his veins. he arches into it, wanting, wanting, grabbing hands at her back and clawing down on a rougher thrust. it's enough to draw a low, pleased noise out of him, a rattled groan from his chest when he pulls his head back again, unusually noisy thanks to that emotional feed between them. all lup will feel is how good it is, the way even someone so unshakable is pulled apart breathless by want, just giving off yesyesyesmore. ]
she really cannot get over how much his noises are making her feel. smug, a little, but mostly needy, determined to get more. she's glad he breaks the kiss for the moment, because she needs to breathe, turning her head to bury her face against his hair. it makes her panting come right up against his ear, but she doesn't think he'll mind. just one more thing to work him up.
with a shudder, she keeps that quick pace for just a moment, grinding at the end of each thrust, her own noise quiet and breathy. for now, anyway. the only reason she's any amount of quiet is because she's getting to hear his noise, his groan shooting heat down her spine and curling insistently in her gut. she feels how good it is for him, and in return he gets the pulse of yes, yours when his nails drag down her back, the pulse of yes, mine when she shifts to bite, sucking hickies against his neck.
there's not a lot of sensation she's getting here, but it doesn't really matter. she's not as interested in that as she is making him fall apart. she can figure it out later - right now, she wants to watch and feel him unravel as she moves, slowing down just a little to make him feel every inch.]
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it's hard to focus on almost anything besides wanting more at the moment, all of those sensations feeding into each other. there's the bite of her fingers into his muscles, the way the kiss just unravels heat down his spine, the press and ache of the toy. the grind feels good, and he can't resist the urge to push back into it, hips arching up and off of the bed to try and get more. he makes a soft noise into the kiss, muffled, nips at her lower lip as the impatience builds with the anticipation -
and that crests over when she moves. the first one gets a gasp out of him - gu yun's head shifts away from her mouth and he briefly drops it against her shoulder, biting down at the first thrust as it draws pleasure through his veins. he arches into it, wanting, wanting, grabbing hands at her back and clawing down on a rougher thrust. it's enough to draw a low, pleased noise out of him, a rattled groan from his chest when he pulls his head back again, unusually noisy thanks to that emotional feed between them. all lup will feel is how good it is, the way even someone so unshakable is pulled apart breathless by want, just giving off yesyesyesmore. ]
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she really cannot get over how much his noises are making her feel. smug, a little, but mostly needy, determined to get more. she's glad he breaks the kiss for the moment, because she needs to breathe, turning her head to bury her face against his hair. it makes her panting come right up against his ear, but she doesn't think he'll mind. just one more thing to work him up.
with a shudder, she keeps that quick pace for just a moment, grinding at the end of each thrust, her own noise quiet and breathy. for now, anyway. the only reason she's any amount of quiet is because she's getting to hear his noise, his groan shooting heat down her spine and curling insistently in her gut. she feels how good it is for him, and in return he gets the pulse of yes, yours when his nails drag down her back, the pulse of yes, mine when she shifts to bite, sucking hickies against his neck.
there's not a lot of sensation she's getting here, but it doesn't really matter. she's not as interested in that as she is making him fall apart. she can figure it out later - right now, she wants to watch and feel him unravel as she moves, slowing down just a little to make him feel every inch.]