[Shiro's had sex before. It was never a priority with him but he'd had a couple girlfriends over his years at the Garrison and a few quick flings as a teen. And sex -
sex had certainly never felt like this. Never been all consuming and yet just a side note to something so much more beautiful. Hana is... she's amazing. Completely breathtaking the way she's mounted on him, beautiful body completely exposed to him, glowing with sweat and pleasure and need. Watching her move on him is like watching someone dance, so smooth and graceful and full of tension. He'd do nothing but just watch her and consider it a night well spent -
except feeling her was even better and his breath kept catching and backing up in his throat each time she came down on him or slide upward. The sensations that shot out through him with each rub of friction, each tight clench of her along him, was almost enough to make his eyes cross. Whatever he'd done before, it had never been this intense or this swallowing.
And never this whole-hearted. She had him. All of him and every inch of him. Heart and body. His hands shifted to cup her hips and, careful not to dislodge her in the least, he sat up, curving backward just a little and pulling over a pillow a second later for support. There. Much better. Because now he could touch her and each rock of their hips was tight and deep. His hands slipped down to curl, cupping her ass again, spreading her a little and her name was a moan and the only thing he ever wanted.]
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sex had certainly never felt like this. Never been all consuming and yet just a side note to something so much more beautiful. Hana is... she's amazing. Completely breathtaking the way she's mounted on him, beautiful body completely exposed to him, glowing with sweat and pleasure and need. Watching her move on him is like watching someone dance, so smooth and graceful and full of tension. He'd do nothing but just watch her and consider it a night well spent -
except feeling her was even better and his breath kept catching and backing up in his throat each time she came down on him or slide upward. The sensations that shot out through him with each rub of friction, each tight clench of her along him, was almost enough to make his eyes cross. Whatever he'd done before, it had never been this intense or this swallowing.
And never this whole-hearted. She had him. All of him and every inch of him. Heart and body. His hands shifted to cup her hips and, careful not to dislodge her in the least, he sat up, curving backward just a little and pulling over a pillow a second later for support. There. Much better. Because now he could touch her and each rock of their hips was tight and deep. His hands slipped down to curl, cupping her ass again, spreading her a little and her name was a moan and the only thing he ever wanted.]
Hana...