adharma | (no subject)

[ o god why are you asking

gives. him. A Look and reaches to yank on his hair again. ]

[can't help laughing, but he slides his fingers free, pushing her pants down out of the way before gripping her thighs and lifting her up]

You could say please...

[but lets her weight down against him as he thrusts into her]

I don't -- like . . . asking.

[ forces the words out ~~with a bit of an annoyed pout~~ and scrabbles against Spitfire for a moment, adjusting and gasping. ]

I'll remember...

[moves forward to bite the side of her neck, sucking a mark as he rolls his hips and thrusts into her again]

[ . . . bites his ear in responses. Hard. ]

[gasps and digs his fingers into her hips as he moves against her]

[ relaxes his bite but doesn't let go and his breath catches. He tries to hurry their pace up. ]

[is more than willing to meet her pace and pulls her down hard to meet his thrusts, panting against her neck]

[ tries to stop. making noises by pressing his mouth against the side of Spitfire's head/into his hair but. is not doing a very good job of that. ]

[really likes the noises so he's not going to complain at all, running a hand over her back and scraping his nails against her skin as his breath hitches]

[ tightens his hold, and starts to. come undone a little. ]

[bites down hard on the crook of her neck as he releases hard, continuing to thrust into her]

[ lets out a quiet whine and. essentially collapses on him. ]

[pants hard, dropping his forehead against her shoulder, and finally sags weakly back against the tree, one arm around her waist and the other under her butt to support her weight]

[ . . . hahaha. . . ha. . .

it pretty boneless. and would appreciate that support if he was the. appreciating sort. ]

[lifts his head and catches her in a deep kiss]

[ . . . kisses back.

but is. definitely. tired. ]

[massaging her back and just... exploring her mouth leisurely]

[ hnng. ]

[doesn't actually plan on stopping either the kiss or the massage until she makes him]

[ . . . eventually pushes at Spitfire and sort of. Attempts to step away but it'll be more like a stumble. ]

[catches her arm as she stumbles and moves to help straighten her clothes]

I told you were were tired. Will you let me walk you back to your cabin?

No. I'd rather you not.

[takes a moment to straighten his own clothes as well before running a hand over her hair]

You'll go rest though?

[ . . . gives him Another Look ]

I'll do as I please.