[ She is so, so glad they decided not to behave themselves tonight, in spite of their best efforts.
Because Shiro is driving her absolutely crazy with each kiss, each beat of his heart against her chest and each stroke and pump and curl of his fingers. She can feel herself getting so hot and wet for him it's almost embarrassing, mewling in to his mouth in their kiss but pulling away when he slips a second finger in, thinking, finally. His fingers are slick and warm and firm inside of her and she tightens, clenches around them with every time he slips out and then pushes back in and when he starts speeding up she ducks her head, rests it against his shoulder, hair slipping over her own shoulders and brushing against his chest and shoulder and arm, because he has her feeling so weak she feels like she can't support herself anymore. She mouths at the skin there, muffled screams against, until eventually she just bites.
And god, when he starts working at her clit again-- she has to pull back again to look at him. So he can see what a mess he's making her with just his hand and take some damn responsibility. Her mouth is hanging open, and strands of her long brown hair, still disheveled and wavy from being messily taken out of its hairstyle earlier, now stick to her face from heat and sweat, cling to her mouth agape with arousal. ]
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Because Shiro is driving her absolutely crazy with each kiss, each beat of his heart against her chest and each stroke and pump and curl of his fingers. She can feel herself getting so hot and wet for him it's almost embarrassing, mewling in to his mouth in their kiss but pulling away when he slips a second finger in, thinking, finally. His fingers are slick and warm and firm inside of her and she tightens, clenches around them with every time he slips out and then pushes back in and when he starts speeding up she ducks her head, rests it against his shoulder, hair slipping over her own shoulders and brushing against his chest and shoulder and arm, because he has her feeling so weak she feels like she can't support herself anymore. She mouths at the skin there, muffled screams against, until eventually she just bites.
And god, when he starts working at her clit again-- she has to pull back again to look at him. So he can see what a mess he's making her with just his hand and take some damn responsibility. Her mouth is hanging open, and strands of her long brown hair, still disheveled and wavy from being messily taken out of its hairstyle earlier, now stick to her face from heat and sweat, cling to her mouth agape with arousal. ]