He follows eagerly, his free hand landing at her breast, his other hand unceasing, unyielding in its work. They are wearing way too many fucking clothes, and he's just cognizant enough of the distant, tinny sounds of the party to stop himself from wrenching her dress off entirely, throwing off this goddamn suit, making good on that promise to taste every one of the clan markings covering her bare skin.
Curtis rolls again, above her now, as his mouth finds its way back to hers and he kisses her hard.
The trust she puts in him returns twofold: he is safe with her. This won't bring him harm. He can relax, and rest, and actually fucking enjoy himself.
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He follows eagerly, his free hand landing at her breast, his other hand unceasing, unyielding in its work. They are wearing way too many fucking clothes, and he's just cognizant enough of the distant, tinny sounds of the party to stop himself from wrenching her dress off entirely, throwing off this goddamn suit, making good on that promise to taste every one of the clan markings covering her bare skin.
Curtis rolls again, above her now, as his mouth finds its way back to hers and he kisses her hard.
The trust she puts in him returns twofold: he is safe with her. This won't bring him harm. He can relax, and rest, and actually fucking enjoy himself.