He saw it. He thought he saw it. But he felt torn in half by the emotions that swelled up inside at the sight of the decayed remains of the hospital: relief and jubilation, and then a loss that makes his throat tight.
He can finally have her.
She said yes. "I'll be careful."
A hot and hurried whisper, near to her ear, before his mouth is on her neck again, his words meant to reassure the both of them. "I'll be careful."
What he is, at first, is clumsy. Now that he could move his hands where he wanted, he didn't know where to put them: they palmed her again at first, trying to devote the shape of her breasts to his memory, but the brush of bare thigh across his cock promised delights he'd been denied since the beginning. He choked on his next breath, then dropped his hands. His arms were long enough to let him, with just a small lean, slip his fingers under the front of her skirt.
He knew she wore white lace. Stockings. Garters. He felt out the fabric, the eager pads of his fingers coasting down over the front of her cunt to tuck into the warmth between her thighs. He rubbed, pressed, search, he knew she liked it, she enjoyed it when he gave attention to her clit--
"Here." Aomine found himself saying, a question and a statement at the same time. "You like it here, right?"
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Date: 2018-07-18 11:52 pm (UTC)He can finally have her.
She said yes. "I'll be careful."
A hot and hurried whisper, near to her ear, before his mouth is on her neck again, his words meant to reassure the both of them. "I'll be careful."
What he is, at first, is clumsy. Now that he could move his hands where he wanted, he didn't know where to put them: they palmed her again at first, trying to devote the shape of her breasts to his memory, but the brush of bare thigh across his cock promised delights he'd been denied since the beginning. He choked on his next breath, then dropped his hands. His arms were long enough to let him, with just a small lean, slip his fingers under the front of her skirt.
He knew she wore white lace. Stockings. Garters. He felt out the fabric, the eager pads of his fingers coasting down over the front of her cunt to tuck into the warmth between her thighs. He rubbed, pressed, search, he knew she liked it, she enjoyed it when he gave attention to her clit--
"Here." Aomine found himself saying, a question and a statement at the same time. "You like it here, right?"