[Though she could probably prevent the motion or make a joke about being too heavy for him, Irhya allows him to turn them over, finding each snap of his hips from this new angle better able to brush upon something that she herself hadn't quite been able to reach, and with the speed she'd been struggling to attain on her own. Even low as it is, the groan he tries to conceal reaches her ears, and it galvanizes her anew, pulling his waist forward with her legs and causing her to arch up eagerly into him.
It's the reaction she seeks, the small sounds, the assurance that yes, he is getting something out of it, even if it's the furthest thing from romantic. But he remains restrained in his movements, and though she expects she understands why, it's more of a challenge to obtain a gratifying response in the moment.
But then... Irhya loves challenges.]
Haaah, harder. Please.
[She curves her fingers down and presses her nails into his back, hoping it will spur something deeper still.]
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It's the reaction she seeks, the small sounds, the assurance that yes, he is getting something out of it, even if it's the furthest thing from romantic. But he remains restrained in his movements, and though she expects she understands why, it's more of a challenge to obtain a gratifying response in the moment.
But then... Irhya loves challenges.]
Haaah, harder. Please.
[She curves her fingers down and presses her nails into his back, hoping it will spur something deeper still.]