[ His face shifts into one of expectation, of anticipation, and he swallows as she brings them so so very close to each other properly, barely bothering to even breathe as he looks up at her, waiting. And then she does move, and his eyes are glued to the look in hers as she brings them closer and closer together. He's given himself over to the kiss so freely by the time she's fully on him that he takes a moment to recover when she does stop kissing.
Staring up at her for a moment, it looks like she's daring him to try something. And she's not moving. He shifts, out of impatience, hands on her hips forcing a rocking movement with his own shift and rotation that he, at least, rather likes - he's not sure how well she does, but it doesn't involve pulling out and ramming back in, both of which seem like chilly concepts from his point of view.
But when she drops to pay attention to his chest - the closer she gets to the reactor the less he seems to move - right now. In other moods, this is not the case. That gets his breath going a little more, chest tightening when she goes over a particularly sensitive area, screwing up his rocking rhythm thing. ]
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Staring up at her for a moment, it looks like she's daring him to try something. And she's not moving. He shifts, out of impatience, hands on her hips forcing a rocking movement with his own shift and rotation that he, at least, rather likes - he's not sure how well she does, but it doesn't involve pulling out and ramming back in, both of which seem like chilly concepts from his point of view.
But when she drops to pay attention to his chest - the closer she gets to the reactor the less he seems to move - right now. In other moods, this is not the case. That gets his breath going a little more, chest tightening when she goes over a particularly sensitive area, screwing up his rocking rhythm thing. ]