If he's tense, he's ready, and I'm off to the fucking races. No need to pussyfoot around with Mabe; he can handle me, and that's saying a lot.

I can't bend closer to him in this position, not really, but that's okay - all that needs to meet is his ass to my hips, hard as I can manage it. Over and over, long as he can bear it and a bit longer if I'm not done by then. The pace quickens as I start to feel myself unravel, though the end's a fair pace off still. Still got time for adding plenty of bruises to the both of us yet.

"Know something, Mabe?" My speech is punchy, syllables chopped up into the groupings that fit into each of my harsh-drawn breaths as I slam into him. "Not nothing I've ever fucked turns me on like you do. Never met an ass like you before."

You, not 'yours'. I grin, crooked, a warm spark of light in my eye as I hold his gaze and fuck him raw.