[A little grin propped itself on Nero's face for just a moment in the middle of them kissing, uninterrupted by Ryuuko's call on his bullshit. He'd probably have to deliberately stop riling her up at some point to make sure neither of them burst a blood vessel or two but he didn't think that moment was the one he needed to stop on. For the moment, it seemed absolutely fine. Still, that was temporary.
Between that exchange and the two of them working out tons of frustration through a series of what felt like ever-deepening and increasingly desperate kissing bouts, Nero dropped that line on her in a mixture of fishing and wondering if it would put her off her game a little. He'd been in the mood so readily the moment she started burying her fingers in him and looking for any and every way to gain purchase on him. The way Ryuuko clung to him added a level of fulfillment to it all that made him want to give it his all, the sofa withstanding. Every time she squeezed him, clung to him and breathed out in that pitch that told him she loved the way he'd been thrusting into her and working her up, Nero felt a bit more of that motivation build up. Her inner muscles clung to him, slick and hot in a way that threatened him with disappointment if he ever decided to pull away but what really caught him off guard hadn't been Ryuuko's enthusiasm.
It had been that tone of voice that broke away out of her and the way she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking at him. It jostled him right out of his smug little bluff. His jaw dropped the moment Ryuuko closed her eyes, briefly shocked by that mind-numbingly honest moment. Within the span of a breath, Ryuuko stuck backtracking on a misfire of a bluff, looked even more gorgeous to him. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or furious with that realization and that it took so long for him to consider it but the way she reacted, Nero assumed he'd been right. Instead of letting it rest there, Nero sucked in a breath and moved both hands square to Ryuuko's hips, taking the initiative to help pull her hips to meet his when he moved, determined to take his very sudden emotional frustration out on her.]
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Between that exchange and the two of them working out tons of frustration through a series of what felt like ever-deepening and increasingly desperate kissing bouts, Nero dropped that line on her in a mixture of fishing and wondering if it would put her off her game a little. He'd been in the mood so readily the moment she started burying her fingers in him and looking for any and every way to gain purchase on him. The way Ryuuko clung to him added a level of fulfillment to it all that made him want to give it his all, the sofa withstanding. Every time she squeezed him, clung to him and breathed out in that pitch that told him she loved the way he'd been thrusting into her and working her up, Nero felt a bit more of that motivation build up. Her inner muscles clung to him, slick and hot in a way that threatened him with disappointment if he ever decided to pull away but what really caught him off guard hadn't been Ryuuko's enthusiasm.
It had been that tone of voice that broke away out of her and the way she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking at him. It jostled him right out of his smug little bluff. His jaw dropped the moment Ryuuko closed her eyes, briefly shocked by that mind-numbingly honest moment. Within the span of a breath, Ryuuko stuck backtracking on a misfire of a bluff, looked even more gorgeous to him. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or furious with that realization and that it took so long for him to consider it but the way she reacted, Nero assumed he'd been right. Instead of letting it rest there, Nero sucked in a breath and moved both hands square to Ryuuko's hips, taking the initiative to help pull her hips to meet his when he moved, determined to take his very sudden emotional frustration out on her.]