[He sighs with a pleasurable shiver at her fingers stroking his scalp in time with their bodies.]
Both. I like my hair. Don't want you messing it up.
[That moan she lets out in the physical world is so delicious it echoes in his mindscape, and when she encourages the change in his movement, he gladly complies. And in the mental world? He does his best to match that, even with the difference in angle in this position. His arm wraps around her waist for the sake of leverage, both to brace and lift her a bit if needed, so he can shift from a rolling motion to steady, emphatic thrusts, aiming for her to feel as much of him as deeply as possible each stroke. Is that doubtlessly going to hasten the end of this? Yes, yes it is. But consider this: she's making the most lewd noises imaginable and digging her heel into the small of his back in one reality, and in the other she has her hand tangled in his hair and back flush against his chest. And in both realities he's getting a constant live feed from her brain of everything she's thinking and feeling. He's only one guy, okay! His brain may be wired for sensory overload, but he mainly avoids getting overwhelmed by diverting his attention, and that sure as fuck isn't an option here. At this point his priority is keeping this from getting too frenzied.]
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Both. I like my hair. Don't want you messing it up.
[That moan she lets out in the physical world is so delicious it echoes in his mindscape, and when she encourages the change in his movement, he gladly complies. And in the mental world? He does his best to match that, even with the difference in angle in this position. His arm wraps around her waist for the sake of leverage, both to brace and lift her a bit if needed, so he can shift from a rolling motion to steady, emphatic thrusts, aiming for her to feel as much of him as deeply as possible each stroke. Is that doubtlessly going to hasten the end of this? Yes, yes it is. But consider this: she's making the most lewd noises imaginable and digging her heel into the small of his back in one reality, and in the other she has her hand tangled in his hair and back flush against his chest. And in both realities he's getting a constant live feed from her brain of everything she's thinking and feeling. He's only one guy, okay! His brain may be wired for sensory overload, but he mainly avoids getting overwhelmed by diverting his attention, and that sure as fuck isn't an option here. At this point his priority is keeping this from getting too frenzied.]