[ He's glad his simple act of deferential respect pleases her. He, too, knows the desire to help and fill, but he's so unused to it being turned on him, even after weeks with the unending attempts by his odd companions at home. Her soft touch almost stings, a mounting debt he wants to pay back tenfold.
And she is so beautiful. Her hand on his face is gentle but firm, giving him permission and command to look. If that is how he can serve her, so be it, and he lets the awe show on his face, his breathing coming more heavily. The idea of her climbing into his lap and having her way with him flits across his mind, but he barely has time to consider it before she's draping her thigh across his, warm and strong, her weight balanced on him and gods he wants more, wants to have to support both of them as she makes it harder and harder for him.
Again she teases him, asking him to choose. He's thankful for the suggestions of what she likes, wanting to make this good for her. His hands come more firmly to the thick flesh of her thighs, tracing over her skin and up against the dips of the harness on her skin, then come to trace the warm, heavy flesh of her breasts, skating over the floral appliqués before he cups each in a large hand, gently but firmly massaging her around the straps, his hips jutting slightly in want.
He could lift her so easily, place her somewhere and take her however she wished. That makes it that much hotter that she has him utterly pinned with little more than a thigh and a few fingers. And of course, the collar, reminding him he is, for now, her charge. ]
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timeasmymeasure
for Aerith
Date: 2023-12-23 11:43 pm (UTC)[ He's glad his simple act of deferential respect pleases her. He, too, knows the desire to help and fill, but he's so unused to it being turned on him, even after weeks with the unending attempts by his odd companions at home. Her soft touch almost stings, a mounting debt he wants to pay back tenfold.
And she is so beautiful. Her hand on his face is gentle but firm, giving him permission and command to look. If that is how he can serve her, so be it, and he lets the awe show on his face, his breathing coming more heavily. The idea of her climbing into his lap and having her way with him flits across his mind, but he barely has time to consider it before she's draping her thigh across his, warm and strong, her weight balanced on him and gods he wants more, wants to have to support both of them as she makes it harder and harder for him.
Again she teases him, asking him to choose. He's thankful for the suggestions of what she likes, wanting to make this good for her. His hands come more firmly to the thick flesh of her thighs, tracing over her skin and up against the dips of the harness on her skin, then come to trace the warm, heavy flesh of her breasts, skating over the floral appliqués before he cups each in a large hand, gently but firmly massaging her around the straps, his hips jutting slightly in want.
He could lift her so easily, place her somewhere and take her however she wished. That makes it that much hotter that she has him utterly pinned with little more than a thigh and a few fingers. And of course, the collar, reminding him he is, for now, her charge. ]
Does this please, my Lady?