[ She's pressed against him, beautiful and open. When friction is added to the situation, it doesn't take long before Mamoru begins to harden. Usagi feels so perfect, her tastes as pure and perfect as always.
Teeth scrape along the skin, replacing the kiss of soft lips. There's no part of him that doesn't want to cherish every inch of her forever, but adding different textures and actions help keep them on their toes.
As much as he wants to feel her around him, rushing feels almost sinful. Instead, he reaches down so that his hand rests between her legs. Through the clothing, Mamoru rubs at her, offering the same kind of friction she offers to him. ]
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Date: 2020-03-19 04:42 am (UTC)Teeth scrape along the skin, replacing the kiss of soft lips. There's no part of him that doesn't want to cherish every inch of her forever, but adding different textures and actions help keep them on their toes.
As much as he wants to feel her around him, rushing feels almost sinful. Instead, he reaches down so that his hand rests between her legs. Through the clothing, Mamoru rubs at her, offering the same kind of friction she offers to him. ]