[Not hiding where his eyes had drifted the whole time, Nero took the time to watch Ryuuko toss off her clothes, not quite noticing her smirk so much as what she'd shown him. His reaction was clear as day, his eyes taking her in. It never surprised him that she could get him over her shoulder easily if she wanted to. She had definition like a real scrapper and Nero liked the feel of how her thighs flexed, feeling her hold onto him when he held himself over her. Nero only spared a glance at Ryuuko's discarded underthings when he was about to bury his face in her neck, cracking a tiny little smile. He'd teased her about them ages ago already.
That appreciation seemed to taper off when he slid one hand under her to steady himself when he buried himself in, the soft gasp of her breath coming in just below him and adding a moment of panic in mind, worried he'd moved at a bad angle or pinched her anywhere. When she breathed a little more steadily, he seemed to relax with her, happy he hadn't been looking right at her at the time. That combination of Nero undressing in front of Ryuuko for the first time and worrying he'd messed up right away had him geared up to chuckle when she cracked that joke. He smiled, relieved a bit and burning away a bit of that frustration from earlier.
Nero lowered his chin and pressed a soft kiss against Ryuuko's neck, moving his hips back slowly and pushing forward to slide into her again, the slippery, coiling sensation of her squeezing him making the next movement better for him. He loosed a hot breath against her neck, then moved again. Ryuuko sounded like she'd been catching up with him, so he didn't move any faster than he had to. Everything had been setting him off by then, from the expression she made, her joke, and the welcoming feeling of Ryuuko clinging to him every which way. Even if he lost his reason to be frustrated, he'd gained a few more reasons to build up a sweat.]
Heh... You know I don't have any good puns for that. [He'd let loose the second he thought of one, though. For the moment, he'd been too distracted for it and leaving a little experimental bite along the bridge from her neck to her shoulder. Nero his hand down from the small of Ryuuko's back to grip her ass, using that to help draw her hips against his as he moved one again, his skin lighting up the more he pressed flush with her chest, the two of them rubbing against one another and making any attempt at being witty fall through immediately.]
Kinda distracted. I'll jot somethin' down when you tap out?
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That appreciation seemed to taper off when he slid one hand under her to steady himself when he buried himself in, the soft gasp of her breath coming in just below him and adding a moment of panic in mind, worried he'd moved at a bad angle or pinched her anywhere. When she breathed a little more steadily, he seemed to relax with her, happy he hadn't been looking right at her at the time. That combination of Nero undressing in front of Ryuuko for the first time and worrying he'd messed up right away had him geared up to chuckle when she cracked that joke. He smiled, relieved a bit and burning away a bit of that frustration from earlier.
Nero lowered his chin and pressed a soft kiss against Ryuuko's neck, moving his hips back slowly and pushing forward to slide into her again, the slippery, coiling sensation of her squeezing him making the next movement better for him. He loosed a hot breath against her neck, then moved again. Ryuuko sounded like she'd been catching up with him, so he didn't move any faster than he had to. Everything had been setting him off by then, from the expression she made, her joke, and the welcoming feeling of Ryuuko clinging to him every which way. Even if he lost his reason to be frustrated, he'd gained a few more reasons to build up a sweat.]
Heh... You know I don't have any good puns for that. [He'd let loose the second he thought of one, though. For the moment, he'd been too distracted for it and leaving a little experimental bite along the bridge from her neck to her shoulder. Nero his hand down from the small of Ryuuko's back to grip her ass, using that to help draw her hips against his as he moved one again, his skin lighting up the more he pressed flush with her chest, the two of them rubbing against one another and making any attempt at being witty fall through immediately.]
Kinda distracted. I'll jot somethin' down when you tap out?