He hasn't yet been forbidden touch, so he reaches up and slides his hands around the backs of her thighs when she raises up like that. His hands are a little heated, this is no platonic, helpful touch, but there's nothing groping about it, either, and he doesn't reach further for her either for his own gratification or to please her in a way she hasn't asked for. It's simply a bridge, a point of anchoring and connection.
He doesn't have anything smart to say to her telling him she's going to hurt him, but the way the side of his mouth curls up in a little smirk says everything he's not about how he feels about it. And then her teeth dig into his skin and he makes the sweetest little noise, soft and aching.
It's been a long time since he let himself indulge like this. He's going to enjoy every moment of it.
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He doesn't have anything smart to say to her telling him she's going to hurt him, but the way the side of his mouth curls up in a little smirk says everything he's not about how he feels about it. And then her teeth dig into his skin and he makes the sweetest little noise, soft and aching.
It's been a long time since he let himself indulge like this. He's going to enjoy every moment of it.