It's probably not tonally appropriate, but she can't help it. The thought of him rutting helplessly into his hand to that thought of her. She'd heard the way her moans echoed around in his head. She shouldn't be surprised, but —
But she is. Perhaps because other than in that moment, he's so good at appearing impassive. It's a good answer, then, because it gives the impression that he must have just secretly been jerking it to her all this time and giving a good show of being unaffected.
Mostly, though, she just loves how he answers. Immediately, honestly, and with all the roughness of his strained efforts to reply while satisfying himself. Her eyes drink him in, appreciating the way his abdomen twitches as pleasure courses through him. ]
I like this.
[ She notes decisively, her hands finally reaching out to smooth over the slope of his chest. How many tags was that before she touched him again? Not enough. ]
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It's probably not tonally appropriate, but she can't help it. The thought of him rutting helplessly into his hand to that thought of her. She'd heard the way her moans echoed around in his head. She shouldn't be surprised, but —
But she is. Perhaps because other than in that moment, he's so good at appearing impassive. It's a good answer, then, because it gives the impression that he must have just secretly been jerking it to her all this time and giving a good show of being unaffected.
Mostly, though, she just loves how he answers. Immediately, honestly, and with all the roughness of his strained efforts to reply while satisfying himself. Her eyes drink him in, appreciating the way his abdomen twitches as pleasure courses through him. ]
I like this.
[ She notes decisively, her hands finally reaching out to smooth over the slope of his chest. How many tags was that before she touched him again? Not enough. ]
Tell me how it feels, Ben.