He's good with the blunt. He loves the blunt. He practically growls in response to it, kissing her hungrily in turn -- although he keeps it brief so he can get to actually carrying out the order. He has to stop touching her for a moment to readjust, but he traces a line of equally hungry kisses over her skin as he moves down her body to settle between her legs.
He groans when he first tastes her, instantly intoxicated. There's nothing tentative about his movements, no hesitation other than a split-second of silent prayer; he used to be really good at this, he knows, and he can only pray that he's still got it even if he's rusty. He knows she'd forgive him, knows she knows it's been a while, but he doesn't want to need forgiveness -- he wants to earn her presence here in his bed. He sets to earnestly, fingers and lips and tongue moving in eager sync.
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Date: 2017-01-10 04:19 am (UTC)He groans when he first tastes her, instantly intoxicated. There's nothing tentative about his movements, no hesitation other than a split-second of silent prayer; he used to be really good at this, he knows, and he can only pray that he's still got it even if he's rusty. He knows she'd forgive him, knows she knows it's been a while, but he doesn't want to need forgiveness -- he wants to earn her presence here in his bed. He sets to earnestly, fingers and lips and tongue moving in eager sync.