[ That'd always been the plan, unspoken as it was, but there's something different about hearing it said outright now that sends a sear of heat straight to his dick, a bloom of unrestrained desire clouding up his mind. Amazing how turned on he is right now despite how little time has passed. It's not like he'd been planning on taking his sweet time when they don't even have half an hour to spare, but the breathy sound of her voice really cinches his decision to move to the main event right now.
He takes a shuddering breath where he is, face still pressed into the crook of her neck, before finally pulling away. His hand works into her one last time before also withdrawing, fingers slick and wet. ]
How convenient that we both want the same thing.
[ The second of half of his statement gets lost in the noise of shifting fabric and bodies, Wriothesley taking three seconds to shove both underwear and pants down past his hips, shaking one leg free, before grabbing Ishmael by the waist and lifting her up. Then it's just a matter of pivoting until he's the one pressing her into the door, keeping her locked in place with both his body and his hands.
One hand slides down past her hip and thigh, fingers hooking around the back of her knee to help pull her leg around his waist. The other works to position the tip of his cock against her. Any other time he'd marvel over getting the chance to run his hands all over her skin and trace the criss-cross of hard-won scars that litter her body but not right now, when the thought of fucking into her again and again is the only thought in his mind.
And yet he manages to hold himself back for another handful of seconds so he can lean forward and whisper, his lips brushing across the curve of her ear: ]
No takebacks now.
[ Which is all the warning she gets before he's thrusting into her, relentless in his attentions. ]
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He takes a shuddering breath where he is, face still pressed into the crook of her neck, before finally pulling away. His hand works into her one last time before also withdrawing, fingers slick and wet. ]
How convenient that we both want the same thing.
[ The second of half of his statement gets lost in the noise of shifting fabric and bodies, Wriothesley taking three seconds to shove both underwear and pants down past his hips, shaking one leg free, before grabbing Ishmael by the waist and lifting her up. Then it's just a matter of pivoting until he's the one pressing her into the door, keeping her locked in place with both his body and his hands.
One hand slides down past her hip and thigh, fingers hooking around the back of her knee to help pull her leg around his waist. The other works to position the tip of his cock against her. Any other time he'd marvel over getting the chance to run his hands all over her skin and trace the criss-cross of hard-won scars that litter her body but not right now, when the thought of fucking into her again and again is the only thought in his mind.
And yet he manages to hold himself back for another handful of seconds so he can lean forward and whisper, his lips brushing across the curve of her ear: ]
No takebacks now.
[ Which is all the warning she gets before he's thrusting into her, relentless in his attentions. ]