[ and that is all he needs to hear. all he needs to feel. amri kisses him so sweetly, touches him so needfully, tugs him toward her - how is he possibly to resist her? she's beautiful, perfect, warm, wanting.. every bit of him is drawn to her, from deep in his very core. some small part of him still worries that he is taking advantage of her..
but amri is a grown woman, and he is a grown man, and this is the choice they have made.
it takes hythlodaeus only a few moments to slip down his thin linen pants, pushing them down his thighs and kicking them off, and at last they are both gloriously nude, skin to warm, flushed skin, and it feels so right that it is all but painful. their clothing is a discarded pile, and there is nothing left between.
for all his efforts, amri is already prepared for him, wet and opened and ready, and so hythlodaeus need to nothing more than to guide himself into her body, slowly at first, until, with one smooth roll of his hips his cock is seated inside of her. sweet, mindless pleasure sweeps over his body from head to toe, and hythlodaeus groans, his elbows coming to rest above her shoulders, his brow touching hers, one hand snagged in her hair, the other in the soft, yielding pillow. ]
Amri..
[ he can hardy breathe the name, and a pang of guilt and shame squeezes his heart for the briefest of moments for this, this feels so bittersweetly familiar, the feeling of being surrounded by her.. it feels like coming home. ]
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but amri is a grown woman, and he is a grown man, and this is the choice they have made.
it takes hythlodaeus only a few moments to slip down his thin linen pants, pushing them down his thighs and kicking them off, and at last they are both gloriously nude, skin to warm, flushed skin, and it feels so right that it is all but painful. their clothing is a discarded pile, and there is nothing left between.
for all his efforts, amri is already prepared for him, wet and opened and ready, and so hythlodaeus need to nothing more than to guide himself into her body, slowly at first, until, with one smooth roll of his hips his cock is seated inside of her. sweet, mindless pleasure sweeps over his body from head to toe, and hythlodaeus groans, his elbows coming to rest above her shoulders, his brow touching hers, one hand snagged in her hair, the other in the soft, yielding pillow. ]
Amri..
[ he can hardy breathe the name, and a pang of guilt and shame squeezes his heart for the briefest of moments for this, this feels so bittersweetly familiar, the feeling of being surrounded by her.. it feels like coming home. ]