[Her dimming trick isn't completely necessary—his focus is already entirely on her, on the way she feels around him, the way she sounds, everything she's dumping back on him—but it's appreciated solely because there are currently so few points of contact between them. He'd wanted to find ways to touch her that didn't come along with baggage, and he still does. He also knows she can't keep this up forever, and for now he certainly doesn't have any complaints.
That said, if she gets a wayward thought or two from his mind about what it would be like to have his chest pressed to her back, his breath in her ear, well. That'd be convenient, wouldn't it?]
I've never done anything wrong in my life, ever.
[Said with all the audacity in the world, obviously.
He moves with her at a pace that's hurried but not desperate (yet), and while his control over his body is average at best, his mind is of course a whole other story. Every time he finds something that makes her clench around him, he notes the synapses that fire in her brain and tweaks them on his next thrust. Cheating? No. Of course not. He's just using his natural advantages to their fullest. And it feels really fucking good when she squeezes him like that. He lets out a groan and grips her hips tighter every time. Otherwise, though? Quentin is, well, never quiet, but his noises are mostly limited to loud pants, gasps, and grunts. The talking, however. That never stops.]
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That said, if she gets a wayward thought or two from his mind about what it would be like to have his chest pressed to her back, his breath in her ear, well. That'd be convenient, wouldn't it?]
I've never done anything wrong in my life, ever.
[Said with all the audacity in the world, obviously.
He moves with her at a pace that's hurried but not desperate (yet), and while his control over his body is average at best, his mind is of course a whole other story. Every time he finds something that makes her clench around him, he notes the synapses that fire in her brain and tweaks them on his next thrust. Cheating? No. Of course not. He's just using his natural advantages to their fullest. And it feels really fucking good when she squeezes him like that. He lets out a groan and grips her hips tighter every time. Otherwise, though? Quentin is, well, never quiet, but his noises are mostly limited to loud pants, gasps, and grunts. The talking, however. That never stops.]
Say shit out loud. I like it.