It doesn't feel like it takes very long at all for Hana to feel the heat and ecstasy building in her again, and her breathing becomes more erratic, more than it already had been, as she begins to squirm and writhe and buck at him and her back, toes curling in anticipation before she shifts, pulling her hands away from him once more so she can sit up, supporting herself on her hands which each grab hold of his bedding like it's the only thing that's still keeping her intact. She looks down at him, lips parted, eyes fighting hard not to slip shut so she can keep her gaze on him, and she tilts her head because she's losing control of her own body, letting her hair fall to one side. Finally she remembers a few words that aren't his name, and they escape from her like a desperate plea. ]
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It doesn't feel like it takes very long at all for Hana to feel the heat and ecstasy building in her again, and her breathing becomes more erratic, more than it already had been, as she begins to squirm and writhe and buck at him and her back, toes curling in anticipation before she shifts, pulling her hands away from him once more so she can sit up, supporting herself on her hands which each grab hold of his bedding like it's the only thing that's still keeping her intact. She looks down at him, lips parted, eyes fighting hard not to slip shut so she can keep her gaze on him, and she tilts her head because she's losing control of her own body, letting her hair fall to one side. Finally she remembers a few words that aren't his name, and they escape from her like a desperate plea. ]
More-- Takashi, please.