[A small sound of protest reverberates in the back of his throat, something she may feel more than hear. It doesn't exactly make his job easier to have the movement of his head restricted, but it doesn't last long, and soon he's looking up to stare at the condom.
All the way, then. He'd kind of hoped to be able to avoid that, just to have one last boundary she hasn't crossed.
But there's no getting around it. It's not a good idea to make her wait, either, so he draws his fingers out to make quicker work of unzipping his pants and donning the condom. Then he shifts into a proper kneeling position, arranging her legs around his hips.
Closing his eyes, Lockon takes a long, deep breath to steel himself, then presses forward.]
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All the way, then. He'd kind of hoped to be able to avoid that, just to have one last boundary she hasn't crossed.
But there's no getting around it. It's not a good idea to make her wait, either, so he draws his fingers out to make quicker work of unzipping his pants and donning the condom. Then he shifts into a proper kneeling position, arranging her legs around his hips.
Closing his eyes, Lockon takes a long, deep breath to steel himself, then presses forward.]