[he didn't mean to finish your sentence but it works, he supposes]
[he pulls you closer still, pressing rows and rows of kisses along your neck, the crest of your shoulders, your jawline. your kiss is so intense, more than he'd expect from you, and he's breathless and heart-hammering with your body lithe and hot against his.]
[gripping you tighter with one arm leaves his other hand free to slide across your skin, riding the smooth curve of your ass down to clutch, fingertips curling, tugging, lifting you onto your tiptoes against him]
[he might be pulsing against your belly, pressed between his own and yours, and he might have lost all his voice except the lowest bits, the rumble, the need]
[there were other thoughts, in here somewhere. they'll have to wait. because right now....]
no subject
[he didn't mean to finish your sentence but it works, he supposes]
[he pulls you closer still, pressing rows and rows of kisses along your neck, the crest of your shoulders, your jawline. your kiss is so intense, more than he'd expect from you, and he's breathless and heart-hammering with your body lithe and hot against his.]
[gripping you tighter with one arm leaves his other hand free to slide across your skin, riding the smooth curve of your ass down to clutch, fingertips curling, tugging, lifting you onto your tiptoes against him]
[he might be pulsing against your belly, pressed between his own and yours, and he might have lost all his voice except the lowest bits, the rumble, the need]
[there were other thoughts, in here somewhere. they'll have to wait. because right now....]
I-izumi-san, you should...
[breathless]