[ Toji has realized he can learn so much about a person when he has sex with them. It’s not like he really knows how to make friends a normal way and it’s not like he’s exactly wanting friends either. But different noises she makes, the way her voice sounds— the taste of her skin and spit— how her skin feels, right up to the scars that etch along her body— the sea like smell— what her eyes look like, down to each little color difference.. he’s committing all of this to memory. It’s the only intimacy he really understands.
He’s a little surprised she wants to kiss but doesn’t hesitate, the back of his throat vibrating as he shamelessly moans against her. The request isn’t an odd one, but he is going to remember the fact she likes this position.
The first orgasm he predicts and fucks her hard leading up to it, each time her pussy squeezes around him making his mind fill with haze. For him, it feels like so much more than an average human. Toji slows his pace once it stops, both of his hands settling on her tits to give her some attention there, but he hips are still rocking. His green eyes watch her through a curtain of black fringe; he could probably go for a haircut soon. ]
Yeah? Good thing I want to make you feel good. Be greedy. Orgasm as much as you want.
[ His palms massage both of her breasts, but eventually he does dip down to attach his needy mouth to one of her nipples, intending to lick and suck here until she’s swollen. His hips stop their thrusting, hands settling on her shoulders. She should know now he’s about to flip her over. ]
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He’s a little surprised she wants to kiss but doesn’t hesitate, the back of his throat vibrating as he shamelessly moans against her. The request isn’t an odd one, but he is going to remember the fact she likes this position.
The first orgasm he predicts and fucks her hard leading up to it, each time her pussy squeezes around him making his mind fill with haze. For him, it feels like so much more than an average human. Toji slows his pace once it stops, both of his hands settling on her tits to give her some attention there, but he hips are still rocking. His green eyes watch her through a curtain of black fringe; he could probably go for a haircut soon. ]
Yeah? Good thing I want to make you feel good. Be greedy. Orgasm as much as you want.
[ His palms massage both of her breasts, but eventually he does dip down to attach his needy mouth to one of her nipples, intending to lick and suck here until she’s swollen. His hips stop their thrusting, hands settling on her shoulders. She should know now he’s about to flip her over. ]
I wanna know how dirty you can be, Ishmael.