[The feeling he gets- of tightness enveloping him, of Nier's weight bearing down on him, the slow crush of his thighs on top of his, the squeeze of his insides entirely around him- is something that.... obviously, is new to him. So much so, in fact, that the sound's out before he even realizes it. As Nier's hand pulls him closer, his own arms wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to him in turn. The sensation of his hand inching up his chest, pressing against his skin as it moves inch by inch causes him to shudder, but it's a secondary feeling. Secondary compared to their kiss. No- tertiary, compared to-
...Fuck. He's still- He groans into his mouth, the sound muted, but deep. Heavy. He can't help but have his hips buck upward again- as far as they can against his weight anyway- his hands moving from Nier's waist to grasp both sides of his jaw after his teeth move against his throat. ...It's not a gentle action. But it's haste, rather than anger or disgust, that drives it.
...It's certainly not disgust. Not when Nier's bite does what it does, not even when a simple scrape of his teeth against his neck works in the same way, making his cock feel like it's twitching inside of him. But.]
Don't..
[His forehead presses against his. And his lips part, accepting his kiss. It's... indeed a languid thing. It's slow. But it's no less forceful than the rest of this. And it's a force he's more than happy to return. His hands snake around his shoulders again, nails pressing in- if anything- to stop him from pressing him down further.]
You don't need...
[A pant of a breath, a tremor in his voice. A push of his nails.]
...Time? You know. In case...
[Another groan. Smaller, a breath immediately after.]
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[The feeling he gets- of tightness enveloping him, of Nier's weight bearing down on him, the slow crush of his thighs on top of his, the squeeze of his insides entirely around him- is something that.... obviously, is new to him. So much so, in fact, that the sound's out before he even realizes it. As Nier's hand pulls him closer, his own arms wrap around his torso, pulling him closer to him in turn. The sensation of his hand inching up his chest, pressing against his skin as it moves inch by inch causes him to shudder, but it's a secondary feeling. Secondary compared to their kiss. No- tertiary, compared to-
...Fuck. He's still-
He groans into his mouth, the sound muted, but deep. Heavy. He can't help but have his hips buck upward again- as far as they can against his weight anyway- his hands moving from Nier's waist to grasp both sides of his jaw after his teeth move against his throat. ...It's not a gentle action. But it's haste, rather than anger or disgust, that drives it.
...It's certainly not disgust. Not when Nier's bite does what it does, not even when a simple scrape of his teeth against his neck works in the same way, making his cock feel like it's twitching inside of him. But.]
Don't..
[His forehead presses against his. And his lips part, accepting his kiss. It's... indeed a languid thing. It's slow. But it's no less forceful than the rest of this. And it's a force he's more than happy to return. His hands snake around his shoulders again, nails pressing in- if anything- to stop him from pressing him down further.]
You don't need...
[A pant of a breath, a tremor in his voice. A push of his nails.]
...Time? You know. In case...
[Another groan. Smaller, a breath immediately after.]
...don't want to hurt you.