( she tries to help him for what she can, finding the loop at his waistline and giving an assisting tug, but once he manages the denim to his thighs it’s left to his own efforts, and as far as she’s concerned as long as they’re out of the way enough she hasn’t the patience to fuss over it further. his elbow startles a jar into her side, a puff of breath at her shoulder as he laughs and it manages to tug a twin sound from her—the two of them learning once more how to take someone apart. how to give themselves away in the process. it comforts her in an odd way, that he’s no better at navigating all of this than she was, that they both teem between patience and a need they’ve kept tucked down for so long. )
It’s okay—
( a rush of syllables cocooned in a breath, something sweet amidst the teeth, and it’s a hint of intimacy that’s foreign to her, something she’s never once had to look after. he’s pulling her wrist from where it works between them and she makes a reluctant sound, just to leave her with a sight that fortifies her appetite all the more. he’s all lean muscle and stubbled features, eyes trailing the wonder of that mouth, the shadow along his jaw, the jut of his collars and the ridges of abdomen, down to the sight of his cock straining, blushed from the attention. her throat constricts, tongue crossing over suddenly parched lips as hips raise, limbs shifting til jeans are freed from her ankles—and then he starts that damning trail from the inner of her knee and she’s helpless to watch him, reaching down to gather at his strands, and the further he climbs the harsher she tugs.
his mouth leaves a hot swirl against the sensitive bud of her nipple, chest trembling beneath his affections, and lips closes to suckle right when that frigid palm gropes at the other and there’s a moan that grows from the bed of her chest, low and hearty, cut off with a chaste- ) Fuck...
( knuckles run white where they’ve clasped at his hair. it’s mind-numbing, all-consuming and yet she wants more, wanton and writhing little thing that she’s become, nails snaking around his side to the small of his back, the dimple of muscle there where they dig in, urging his hips to hers. there’s no way for her to rid of that thin strip of panties hugging the bow of her waist, but how easy it’d be for him to just tug them off to the side, curl his hips into her, and she resolves to a single word: )
no subject
It’s okay—
( a rush of syllables cocooned in a breath, something sweet amidst the teeth, and it’s a hint of intimacy that’s foreign to her, something she’s never once had to look after. he’s pulling her wrist from where it works between them and she makes a reluctant sound, just to leave her with a sight that fortifies her appetite all the more. he’s all lean muscle and stubbled features, eyes trailing the wonder of that mouth, the shadow along his jaw, the jut of his collars and the ridges of abdomen, down to the sight of his cock straining, blushed from the attention. her throat constricts, tongue crossing over suddenly parched lips as hips raise, limbs shifting til jeans are freed from her ankles—and then he starts that damning trail from the inner of her knee and she’s helpless to watch him, reaching down to gather at his strands, and the further he climbs the harsher she tugs.
his mouth leaves a hot swirl against the sensitive bud of her nipple, chest trembling beneath his affections, and lips closes to suckle right when that frigid palm gropes at the other and there’s a moan that grows from the bed of her chest, low and hearty, cut off with a chaste- ) Fuck...
( knuckles run white where they’ve clasped at his hair. it’s mind-numbing, all-consuming and yet she wants more, wanton and writhing little thing that she’s become, nails snaking around his side to the small of his back, the dimple of muscle there where they dig in, urging his hips to hers. there’s no way for her to rid of that thin strip of panties hugging the bow of her waist, but how easy it’d be for him to just tug them off to the side, curl his hips into her, and she resolves to a single word: )
Please.