[He hums against her neck briefly but ultimately decides to lift his head and deprive her of that extra stimulation for now. He doesn't want this to end so soon. The downside is that with their current position, every breath and word out of his mouth can be felt directly in her ear. And considering they don't actually have to breathe in here? The asshole is doing it on purpose.]
Please, I always find something to complain about. It's my special talent.
["Talent", yes. That's a word for it.]
Not to say you aren't making it hard, though. Pun intended.
[He chuckles in her ear at his own joke. Still, he's not lying. Even Quentin Quire is having a difficult time finding something to complain about right now. His brain is naturally wired to handle a vast amount of sensory information at all times, which is the only reason he's able to keep the composure he can, because it's a lot.
He still has part of his mind in the physical world, enjoying all those reactions she's giving him now that her body is unrestrained by her filters, and he shows her a snapshot of his view there every so often, when she lets out a particularly wanton noise. But for the most part he wants to keep her attention here in his mind. He's mostly just showing her so she knows he didn't want this position to avoid seeing her face. That's, well... he can't deny there's a factor of that. But it's more about recontextualizing an identical body to one he knows all too well. Not just trying to make something he's done before feel different because of the way they both behave. Something actually different. Something exclusively Sophie.
He pants into her ear and for a moment just... feels her. It doesn't matter that this a psychic approximation of her physical form and not technically "real". Her back is soft against his chest, her fingers curled around his, her hair tickling his cheek, her hips meeting his and body clenching around him so nicely. And most importantly, he has no mental image in his head of a different blonde bombshell under him like this he could compare to even if he wanted to do so. It's like a whole damn mountain's been lifted off his shoulders.]
You ready to admit I was right?
[About this position, he means. She can look into his mind for hints if she needs to.]
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Please, I always find something to complain about. It's my special talent.
["Talent", yes. That's a word for it.]
Not to say you aren't making it hard, though. Pun intended.
[He chuckles in her ear at his own joke. Still, he's not lying. Even Quentin Quire is having a difficult time finding something to complain about right now. His brain is naturally wired to handle a vast amount of sensory information at all times, which is the only reason he's able to keep the composure he can, because it's a lot.
He still has part of his mind in the physical world, enjoying all those reactions she's giving him now that her body is unrestrained by her filters, and he shows her a snapshot of his view there every so often, when she lets out a particularly wanton noise. But for the most part he wants to keep her attention here in his mind. He's mostly just showing her so she knows he didn't want this position to avoid seeing her face. That's, well... he can't deny there's a factor of that. But it's more about recontextualizing an identical body to one he knows all too well. Not just trying to make something he's done before feel different because of the way they both behave. Something actually different. Something exclusively Sophie.
He pants into her ear and for a moment just... feels her. It doesn't matter that this a psychic approximation of her physical form and not technically "real". Her back is soft against his chest, her fingers curled around his, her hair tickling his cheek, her hips meeting his and body clenching around him so nicely. And most importantly, he has no mental image in his head of a different blonde bombshell under him like this he could compare to even if he wanted to do so. It's like a whole damn mountain's been lifted off his shoulders.]
You ready to admit I was right?
[About this position, he means. She can look into his mind for hints if she needs to.]