[ he couldn’t reject and took enough of his time, where he sighed out and lacked words to add to his smile. his fingers had claws, but they were small when unretracted, weren’t they? like longer, hidden nails that felt too tempted to hold back for the sake of possible discomfort (and they wouldn’t know either if they didn’t try). eren removes his mouth from her hind, but not his hand reaching around her hips and front, the tips of his first three fingers swirling about her slickness, the swelling, before entry was forewarned with the inch of one finger in— then in completely, in a gradual motion that reached to feel the press of her walls.
as he did, the kitsune pushed his pelvis close to her’s; not to enter her, but to rub the head of his arousal between the slit of her thighs. for the stiffness, that still needed attention, but also for the added tension in the needy tease that made want all the greater. ]
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as he did, the kitsune pushed his pelvis close to her’s; not to enter her, but to rub the head of his arousal between the slit of her thighs. for the stiffness, that still needed attention, but also for the added tension in the needy tease that made want all the greater. ]
I won’t.
[ stop, of course. ]