[She's not going to have to wait long to hear more noises from him. Because when her lips move against his throat, he's humming low in it, something rumbling and throaty and if he's, momentarily, unaware that she's intentionally leaving her mark on him, its not as if he'd protest if he could find the two unfried brain cells to rub together to vocalize. As it is, her hair, the trail of her lips, the drag of her bare breasts pressed against him as she works her way lower, is more than enough to short out any higher plain thoughts. There's only her and her body and her mouth on his skin and his hands smooth over her back, up her spine, over her shoulders, into her hair. Eyes half-lidded already, he manages to tip his head to watch as she sits up and -
God damn.
Naked Hana Song straddling his hips and looking smug. If there's anything more erotic in the entire universe Shiro doesn't believe it exists. His hands curl on her hips, stomach muscles jumping and tightening under her hands. And a very fine tremble of his hips as it takes all his self-control to not pull her down and start grinding.
A second later his restraint is rewarded though as she moves and his underwear starts to come off and - God - that's such a relief -
even if her slowness at it is really tormenting.
Some small part of the heated fog over his brain clears enough though and he manages, with a voice that's only a little choked, to get out:]
Condoms. On the night table.
[Because yes. His family really had thought of everything.]
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God damn.
Naked Hana Song straddling his hips and looking smug. If there's anything more erotic in the entire universe Shiro doesn't believe it exists. His hands curl on her hips, stomach muscles jumping and tightening under her hands. And a very fine tremble of his hips as it takes all his self-control to not pull her down and start grinding.
A second later his restraint is rewarded though as she moves and his underwear starts to come off and - God - that's such a relief -
even if her slowness at it is really tormenting.
Some small part of the heated fog over his brain clears enough though and he manages, with a voice that's only a little choked, to get out:]
Condoms. On the night table.
[Because yes. His family really had thought of everything.]