[ The rebel organs appreciate not being tread on. And the rest of him sure appreciates her reconsidering that walk. For a second, things seem to hover somewhere responsible between slow and steady or full throttle, but once she settles in, caution throws itself to the winds on both fronts. It's just so nice. ]
[ As she settles for threading fingers through his hair, he lets his hands slip around to her waist, one continuing on down and hooking under her thigh as his own legs shift, just enough to buck his hips up beneath her and holy shit, is it more tempting than anything to just go for it... But if he had to be begrudgingly honest with himself, even this is just getting heartpounding in the achy, exhausting kind of way. Not to mention the spins that are definitely coming on in spite of his closed eyes. ]
[ ... Alright, no, this is a little too much. He lets out a noise against her lips, struggling not to sound nauseated, and hands fly to push her up a bit. ]
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[ As she settles for threading fingers through his hair, he lets his hands slip around to her waist, one continuing on down and hooking under her thigh as his own legs shift, just enough to buck his hips up beneath her and holy shit, is it more tempting than anything to just go for it... But if he had to be begrudgingly honest with himself, even this is just getting heartpounding in the achy, exhausting kind of way. Not to mention the spins that are definitely coming on in spite of his closed eyes. ]
[ ... Alright, no, this is a little too much. He lets out a noise against her lips, struggling not to sound nauseated, and hands fly to push her up a bit. ]
Wait, hold on, time out—