[The shirt being out of the way was a thing of good, as Buffy leaned in with a biting kiss to his collarbone. Her hand moved under the fabric of his jeans, running her nails along the skin of his erection before wrapping her fingers around it and pumping slowly]
[He was starting to know all her sounds, and she was starting to know his.]
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[He was starting to know all her sounds, and she was starting to know his.]