[As her fingers found him, his found her; plunging through cloth layers, curling inside her.
Then even as he kneels before her to pull down her clothes and put his mouth where his hand had just been…
…this is different than he's been with her every time until now. Even when he would accept dominance, it would be accepting it: taking only as she gave, wanting to be led, to be invited, needing a level of clarity and confirmation that would sometimes protract… not wanting to focus on himself, wanting to throw everything into serving her. This…
…he's not waiting… not checking and rechecking every signal… just…
…more like how it might have been for him in the past? With others, in wartime…?
…No. No. This level of… roughness, perhaps… even forcefulness… never painful, never against her, but… lacking finesse, abandoning technique, not trying so hard to craft and control. Letting himself feel and be driven by… need.
This is only possible with her. The level of trust they've built. Knowing the moment it isn't mutual it will stop, and they'll both know if that moment occurs.
But instead of preventing it, risking it.
…and even in that. Even on his knees, fingers digging into her thighs, what he's doing less like kissing as it's been before but… like this, too, is something he needs, the taste and feel of her… wanting her to fill his senses and drive everything else away.
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Then even as he kneels before her to pull down her clothes and put his mouth where his hand had just been…
…this is different than he's been with her every time until now. Even when he would accept dominance, it would be accepting it: taking only as she gave, wanting to be led, to be invited, needing a level of clarity and confirmation that would sometimes protract… not wanting to focus on himself, wanting to throw everything into serving her. This…
…he's not waiting… not checking and rechecking every signal… just…
…more like how it might have been for him in the past? With others, in wartime…?
…No. No. This level of… roughness, perhaps… even forcefulness… never painful, never against her, but… lacking finesse, abandoning technique, not trying so hard to craft and control. Letting himself feel and be driven by… need.
This is only possible with her. The level of trust they've built. Knowing the moment it isn't mutual it will stop, and they'll both know if that moment occurs.
But instead of preventing it, risking it.
…and even in that. Even on his knees, fingers digging into her thighs, what he's doing less like kissing as it's been before but… like this, too, is something he needs, the taste and feel of her… wanting her to fill his senses and drive everything else away.
It's swearing himself to her, still.]