[ hythlodaeus may not have had the benefit of an orgasm just yet, but there is still no frenzy in his movements - he takes her slowly, deeply, with a careful sort of intimacy. his hips rock at a steady pace, and while he knows he will not last much longer, still he intends to savor the sensation of being joined with her as long as he possibly can, to ride the wave of pleasure until his body can take no more.
her arms and legs surround him, her body arches into his, her nails prick into his skin in a way that makes him shudder and sigh - hythlodaeus is enveloped by her entirely, swallowed up in the scent and feel and taste of her. they kiss slow and deep, his tongue dipping into her mouth, her lips so irresistibly soft, and their bodies rock together in tandem, the pace slow and steady and perfectly beautiful.
but it does begin to rise, in time. hythlodaeus' breath begins to quicken, his heartrate kicking up fast, his hands sliding over her body with a building need. his palms press down her sides and hips, grasp at her thighs, smooth up her back - it's as if he cannot possibly get enough of her, no matter how much he touches her. she feels perfect, warm, comforting, safe. he breathes her name again against her lips, and when she swears he feels his gut constrict with heat, his throat running dry.
he can't help but chuckle, even while his his insides twist with building need. ]
I'm close..
[ he murmurs, driving into her deeper, pressing her harder and harder still into the mattress; though he attempts to be gentle, it's clear he is beginning to lose control and unravel, her hands on his body now slipping with the sweat of their efforts. ]
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her arms and legs surround him, her body arches into his, her nails prick into his skin in a way that makes him shudder and sigh - hythlodaeus is enveloped by her entirely, swallowed up in the scent and feel and taste of her. they kiss slow and deep, his tongue dipping into her mouth, her lips so irresistibly soft, and their bodies rock together in tandem, the pace slow and steady and perfectly beautiful.
but it does begin to rise, in time. hythlodaeus' breath begins to quicken, his heartrate kicking up fast, his hands sliding over her body with a building need. his palms press down her sides and hips, grasp at her thighs, smooth up her back - it's as if he cannot possibly get enough of her, no matter how much he touches her. she feels perfect, warm, comforting, safe. he breathes her name again against her lips, and when she swears he feels his gut constrict with heat, his throat running dry.
he can't help but chuckle, even while his his insides twist with building need. ]
I'm close..
[ he murmurs, driving into her deeper, pressing her harder and harder still into the mattress; though he attempts to be gentle, it's clear he is beginning to lose control and unravel, her hands on his body now slipping with the sweat of their efforts. ]