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absentmindedly, in the small part of lailah’s brain that hasn’t been reduced to mush, she’s glad that her choker should cover all the marks he’s leaving on her neck. but it’s only a passing thought, quickly abandoned when he scrapes his teeth against her ear.
“yes- oh, i’m-” her voice dissolves into a moan as she feels him grinding up against her. she grinds back down in response, her cock twitching at the feeling of his own against her. a better indication than any words could convey, lailah’s hand reaches for the one embracing her, and she squeezes his hand gently as she says, “please, zaveid, i’m so close!”
the way she grinds down on him makes him shudder, teeth pressing a little harder than before into the shell oh her ear, pressing her back tighter against his chest. “easy,” he murmurs, his own breath shaky as it leaves his lips. “easy, love...”
despite his words, his hand around her length continues its work, stroking her and occasionally sliding his thumb against the head. he doesn’t want her to think she has to go fast, that she has to go at a faster pace than what she wants, and he’s unsure how to convey that except in another tight squeeze to her middle and letting his hand slow in pace, burying his nose into her shoulder and sighing, leaving small kisses and bites that wont mark, waiting for her to speak, to give him permission.















