[ she responds so perfectly, so complacently, and a wrongness strikes cloud as the haze swallows it whole. she shouldn't have to be like this -- she shouldn't be doing this. and yet...
he watches carefully, eyes lingering on her, fever bright with interest; he feels his mouth dry. she's exposed to him, spread apart, nipples pert and pointed as she runs her hands down her breasts.
cloud's cock throbs with want -- his breath hitches and his teeth come down hard against his lower lip in an attempt to suppress the heat bubbling in the depths of his stomach.
"i see you're hard, now." ]
Mmh-- Yeah...
[ "touch yourself for us, please." ]
Yessir, [ he speaks easily, the command coming to him without hesitation; the resistance is beginning to dissolve, grain by grain. he watches tifa -- thinking about the lines of his palms kissing her skin, of licking stripes up her cunt and groping her until she begs for him. "you're beautiful, too." she says, and a breath stutters out of him. he wants to hear it -- wants to hear her praise him. he always has. the heat slinks up his spine, and his fingers wrap around the base of his length, slowly stroking up to the tip. ]
Tifa... [ he meets her eyes, cutting through the fog. ] I want...
[ his voice crescendos into a groan -- cloud gnashes his teeth, unable to screw his eyes shut. he needs to look at her; he can't pry his eyes away even if he tries. the man in the room fades into oblivion, and all he can see, hear, breathe is tifa. ]
I want to touch you... I want to feel you... only you.
[ the back of his mind pushes back against it; but he's still pumping in careful, measured strokes, and his breath grows more erratic and heavy with want. he doesn't stop looking at her -- not once. ]
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omg no worries i love to see it
Date: 2024-01-06 03:04 am (UTC)he watches carefully, eyes lingering on her, fever bright with interest; he feels his mouth dry. she's exposed to him, spread apart, nipples pert and pointed as she runs her hands down her breasts.
cloud's cock throbs with want -- his breath hitches and his teeth come down hard against his lower lip in an attempt to suppress the heat bubbling in the depths of his stomach.
"i see you're hard, now." ]
Mmh-- Yeah...
[ "touch yourself for us, please." ]
Yessir, [ he speaks easily, the command coming to him without hesitation; the resistance is beginning to dissolve, grain by grain. he watches tifa -- thinking about the lines of his palms kissing her skin, of licking stripes up her cunt and groping her until she begs for him. "you're beautiful, too." she says, and a breath stutters out of him. he wants to hear it -- wants to hear her praise him. he always has. the heat slinks up his spine, and his fingers wrap around the base of his length, slowly stroking up to the tip. ]
Tifa... [ he meets her eyes, cutting through the fog. ] I want...
[ his voice crescendos into a groan -- cloud gnashes his teeth, unable to screw his eyes shut. he needs to look at her; he can't pry his eyes away even if he tries. the man in the room fades into oblivion, and all he can see, hear, breathe is tifa. ]
I want to touch you... I want to feel you... only you.
[ the back of his mind pushes back against it; but he's still pumping in careful, measured strokes, and his breath grows more erratic and heavy with want. he doesn't stop looking at her -- not once. ]