[Practically incomprehensible noises from him, too, pulled from his throat anew when she spasms against him. He shifts his hips forward once more to feel that drag of tight, soft friction, and it wrings through his body an almost too-sensitive billow of pleasure. Pleasure overwhelm, yes.
His cock trembles inside of her less frequently by the time Sholmes lets out a sigh—still against her shoulder—and allows his body to become noodle-like and boneless. Every limb turned to jelly, he at least leans most of his weight to one elbow so he doesn't smush her, but he makes no effort to peel himself away.
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His cock trembles inside of her less frequently by the time Sholmes lets out a sigh—still against her shoulder—and allows his body to become noodle-like and boneless. Every limb turned to jelly, he at least leans most of his weight to one elbow so he doesn't smush her, but he makes no effort to peel himself away.
Finally, murmurs low and warm:]
Eleven minutes.
[...remaining until Iris' likely return.]