[ It's not all too complicated once he gets out of his head. He knows pleasure as well as he knows breathing or killing. A freedom he's been granted easily since before her age. It's all the same until it's different. She is different in a couple ways, he handles her differently than he would a common whore. Than he might have with any mistress. It'd almost been like that before, at least going in he assumed he would have treated her so simply until he hadn't. Until she had shown him how much more she had wanted it.
With the grace he's giving her now, his head dutifully tips aside to allow her mouth to roam. His head seeking to rest against hers whenever its able. Soaking in every bit of her. The drag of her warm mouth on his skin, the sound of her breath. It's in short order that he begins moving. His breath is heady as he wades forward with their legs wrapped in some graceless tangle until the shin of his boot finds the frame of her bed with a dull thud. Giving no warning before dropping them both onto the bed in a clumsy affair. One knee catching the edge somewhere between her legs and a hand at her side to prevent complete chaos.
It's not his best, not like he cares, not like she would either. A musing noise sounds in his throat as he draws his gaze back up at her from looking down between them. Slowly he pulls his other hand out from underneath her to begin drawing himself upright. ]
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With the grace he's giving her now, his head dutifully tips aside to allow her mouth to roam. His head seeking to rest against hers whenever its able. Soaking in every bit of her. The drag of her warm mouth on his skin, the sound of her breath. It's in short order that he begins moving. His breath is heady as he wades forward with their legs wrapped in some graceless tangle until the shin of his boot finds the frame of her bed with a dull thud. Giving no warning before dropping them both onto the bed in a clumsy affair. One knee catching the edge somewhere between her legs and a hand at her side to prevent complete chaos.
It's not his best, not like he cares, not like she would either. A musing noise sounds in his throat as he draws his gaze back up at her from looking down between them. Slowly he pulls his other hand out from underneath her to begin drawing himself upright. ]