[Her tongue trails against the cut across his cheekbone, probably picking up a tang of copper along the way, and there is just something about the pure indulgence of it that heats his thoughts, makes him want in the same way she wants him. An echo chamber, compounding itself again and again.
He wants closer. He wants to taste more than just her mouth, he wants to—
She braces against him, grinding down, and Sephiroth lets loose a shuddering exhale. Instinct overrides everything, then, that threshold finally crossed, and his hands rove upwards, bolder than before. They stop just beneath the curve of her breasts, dissatisfied with how his gloves dull the sensation of her skin against his fingers.
With a sound of impatience, he retracts his hands just long enough to pull the dark leather off, peeling them away, while he dips his head low to meet his mouth at the crook of her neck. There’s nothing shy about this kiss — she’ll even feel the line of his teeth, pressing faintly down.]
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He wants closer. He wants to taste more than just her mouth, he wants to—
She braces against him, grinding down, and Sephiroth lets loose a shuddering exhale. Instinct overrides everything, then, that threshold finally crossed, and his hands rove upwards, bolder than before. They stop just beneath the curve of her breasts, dissatisfied with how his gloves dull the sensation of her skin against his fingers.
With a sound of impatience, he retracts his hands just long enough to pull the dark leather off, peeling them away, while he dips his head low to meet his mouth at the crook of her neck. There’s nothing shy about this kiss — she’ll even feel the line of his teeth, pressing faintly down.]