[Oh, well, if that’s what she wants… then she will unravel him before this is all over, and he will be mewling out her name both prettily and pathetically. After all, it already feels so affected that he breathes out steadily even as she adjusts. As though to brace himself for more to come.
And he… listens, obediently. Lowers his head down again as he gently hitches his hips upwards, angling. Presenting, yes, even if she is already inside — which must at least give her a nicer view.]
[ given her bodily drape so close to him she may as well be second skin, the view is irrelevant. it is more the... knowing which does her. he will tilt and angle and spread because she tells him to, and there's no questioning. Henry Creel simply does. it is as though his pride simply disappears.
and yet the brand remains. there on his inner wrist, visible when she glances aside beneath her lashes. ]
Good...
[ as his hindquarters lift and she lifts in turn, having hugged herself to him like she has. she wriggles in place so that once more the length moves in him. her hands, meanwhile, gather up in the sheets. ah. he won't be very easy to take, will he? he's so... tall. ]
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And he… listens, obediently. Lowers his head down again as he gently hitches his hips upwards, angling. Presenting, yes, even if she is already inside — which must at least give her a nicer view.]
ignore the blood my paid ran out
and yet the brand remains. there on his inner wrist, visible when she glances aside beneath her lashes. ]
Good...
[ as his hindquarters lift and she lifts in turn, having hugged herself to him like she has. she wriggles in place so that once more the length moves in him. her hands, meanwhile, gather up in the sheets. ah. he won't be very easy to take, will he? he's so... tall. ]