[ No matter what he tells himself, his words are definitely false. There's no heart in them, just protest muttered for protest's sake because he knows he should when, in reality, the very last thing he wants is for her to stop. Something about the way she smirks at him makes something inside of him tense, as if he's waiting for something that not even he understands and he can feel his cheeks getting warm. She has utterly drawn him in and now he feels helpless to do anything but give in to the seduction. ]
I-I know. It isn't--ah! [ For a moment, his brain scrambles to come up with some reason he's touching her, but he can't quite find one and it stops searching a moment later because she is touching his cock through his jeans and fuck, that shouldn't feel so nice. All that kissing earlier had his body primed, arousal thrumming through his veins, and now, now it's become tangible as his shaft grows hard under her touch. ] Y-ygritte...
[ Jon's voice trails off, caught in the back of his throat, and without intending to, his hips buck, wanting more than just a touch - he wants friction, wants her, wants her hands and mouth and he wants to strip her and see her lithe body for himself. Vocalizing that seems dangerous, though, and he doesn't trust himself to speak much more, so he keeps silent, biting back a whimper in the process, and places a few kisses along her collar instead. And this time, very, very consciously, he drags one hand up her hip and slides it around back, giving her ass a long, slow squeeze. ]
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I-I know. It isn't--ah! [ For a moment, his brain scrambles to come up with some reason he's touching her, but he can't quite find one and it stops searching a moment later because she is touching his cock through his jeans and fuck, that shouldn't feel so nice. All that kissing earlier had his body primed, arousal thrumming through his veins, and now, now it's become tangible as his shaft grows hard under her touch. ] Y-ygritte...
[ Jon's voice trails off, caught in the back of his throat, and without intending to, his hips buck, wanting more than just a touch - he wants friction, wants her, wants her hands and mouth and he wants to strip her and see her lithe body for himself. Vocalizing that seems dangerous, though, and he doesn't trust himself to speak much more, so he keeps silent, biting back a whimper in the process, and places a few kisses along her collar instead. And this time, very, very consciously, he drags one hand up her hip and slides it around back, giving her ass a long, slow squeeze. ]