[ He's not going to judge, not this time. Not when he finds himself spinning a little into that kiss, clinging to her body, to her heat, as his only mooring line. She's warm and perfect wrapped around him, and he doesn't want to let go. Not for a second.
Though eventually, the moment begins to cool, just a tad. The pleasure rolls back, settling into a dull roar in his head and in his blood. He can focus again.
Focus maybe on her eyelashes, on the curve of her lips, on how delighted she looks. Buzzed, yes, in a pleasant way. God (that he doesn't remotely believe in) help him. ]
What, you think I fucked my way through my bounties? Please. [ He almost says something about none of them looking as good as her, and bites it back. She does not need that fuel on her ego. Not at all.
Instead, he scoffs slightly, resting his head against hers for a moment. ] Good. You're a mess.
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Though eventually, the moment begins to cool, just a tad. The pleasure rolls back, settling into a dull roar in his head and in his blood. He can focus again.
Focus maybe on her eyelashes, on the curve of her lips, on how delighted she looks. Buzzed, yes, in a pleasant way. God (that he doesn't remotely believe in) help him. ]
What, you think I fucked my way through my bounties? Please. [ He almost says something about none of them looking as good as her, and bites it back. She does not need that fuel on her ego. Not at all.
Instead, he scoffs slightly, resting his head against hers for a moment. ] Good. You're a mess.