[ The touch with which she greets his lips is so soft, so loving that he scarcely cares about how messy or rough it might be. She does not need to use any words to tell him just how much she cares for him, on such a deep level. He knows. And so he returns it with his own gentle kiss--despite how hard it is for him to retain any semblance of control and composure at this point.
He pushes in, faster and deeper with each thrust; each movement sending a needy moan through his lips and into hers, waves of ecstasy to roll through his being and through her. No longer can he keep his eyes open. He's so lost in all of this, in all of her as he nears his apex. ]
O-oh, Ori... I'm...
[ It comes out in a groan. It's quite obvious what the rest of that sentence is meant to be, but he simply does not have the brainpower between the spell and the heady attraction between them. ]
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He pushes in, faster and deeper with each thrust; each movement sending a needy moan through his lips and into hers, waves of ecstasy to roll through his being and through her. No longer can he keep his eyes open. He's so lost in all of this, in all of her as he nears his apex. ]
O-oh, Ori... I'm...
[ It comes out in a groan. It's quite obvious what the rest of that sentence is meant to be, but he simply does not have the brainpower between the spell and the heady attraction between them. ]