[All of a sudden, he's back against the bed with little warning, the reflexive protest dying on his lips at the rougher treatment, hips jerking up against her hand without needing to think about it. And then there were her teeth in his neck; such a small, sharp pain that barely qualified as such, a sting that only registered as pleasure.
Was his blood running faster? A distant thought, unremarkable. Unconsciously, he tilts his head, as though offering Irhya the entirety of his throat, unguarded. Whether it was trust or recklessness didn't matter. Pulse speeding underneath her mouth, he stifles a moan halfway, but is unable to keep from shivering underneath her.]
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Was his blood running faster? A distant thought, unremarkable. Unconsciously, he tilts his head, as though offering Irhya the entirety of his throat, unguarded. Whether it was trust or recklessness didn't matter. Pulse speeding underneath her mouth, he stifles a moan halfway, but is unable to keep from shivering underneath her.]