[ Admittedly, Eula hasn't even considered the idea that someone might come to check on them. It likely comes in part from the fact that deep down she knows she's being selfish with his time, that there might be others who want to check up on him, to make sure he's okay... It's knowledge she has, but pushes down, wanting to focus instead on him, on the fact he's here and next to her, breathingโ
โand hissing as he takes her mouth with his, capturing her moan as her hips cant toward her hand, aching in pleasure and need.
(Because oh, does she needโ)
Her return of his kiss is a little sloppier than it might otherwise be, distracted in the way she rubs and rolls her fingers over him, slowly coaxing his body into wanting as much as his mind and heart do, fingertips stroking over his slit before cupping and sliding down his length, slow, drawn-out pumps of her open fistโ But distracted even more by the way her legs flutter in anticipation; the slow pace is too little for the hunger, and it's almost impossible at this point to keep her hand in steady rhythm with his, her hips arching, body aching and trying to force her to move her fingers faster, push them further in search of pleasure she won't give herself just yet. It has her keening into his mouth even as she returns the kiss as best as she can, as she pants and moans and trembles next to him.
(Would that he could touch her too, she thinks, but the stubborn worry holds him back from asking it aloud.) ]
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โand hissing as he takes her mouth with his, capturing her moan as her hips cant toward her hand, aching in pleasure and need.
(Because oh, does she needโ)
Her return of his kiss is a little sloppier than it might otherwise be, distracted in the way she rubs and rolls her fingers over him, slowly coaxing his body into wanting as much as his mind and heart do, fingertips stroking over his slit before cupping and sliding down his length, slow, drawn-out pumps of her open fistโ But distracted even more by the way her legs flutter in anticipation; the slow pace is too little for the hunger, and it's almost impossible at this point to keep her hand in steady rhythm with his, her hips arching, body aching and trying to force her to move her fingers faster, push them further in search of pleasure she won't give herself just yet. It has her keening into his mouth even as she returns the kiss as best as she can, as she pants and moans and trembles next to him.
(Would that he could touch her too, she thinks, but the stubborn worry holds him back from asking it aloud.) ]