[ He just...stays there for a moment, face pressed into the crook of her neck as he takes in the scent of her shampoo, her soap, her scent - the feel of her nails on his back. He can't move, not just yet, he's still reeling at the sensation of sliding inside of Mako Mori and her moans are ringing in his ears, a roaring memory that he will take with him to his watery grave.
His lips find her neck again and he treks back to her mouth, leaving in his wake sucking kisses before he's at her mouth again.
Only once he's kissing her again does he move to start a steady rhythm that's thorough and anything but gentle. ]
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waterygrave.His lips find her neck again and he treks back to her mouth, leaving in his wake sucking kisses before he's at her mouth again.
Only once he's kissing her again does he move to start a steady rhythm that's thorough and anything but gentle. ]