[When Sophie breaks away, Quentin blinks owlishly at her for a second, the haze over his mind making it difficult to focus on anything else. But... it does help ground him some. Not so much snap him out of whatever fugue state he was in but give clarity to it. Keep him from spiraling away into the stratosphere in his own head. So that's nice. It takes another second for him to register what she said, but when he does the sound that comes out of him is a brand new one, something halfway between a choked groan and a growl.
... And then he follows it by gasping out one of the lamest things he could possibly say in this situation.]
Fuck, that was really hot. Okay. Yeah. I gotcha.
[Hoo boy. Well, at least he's not in any danger of becoming a normie bro or anything awful like that. Small mercies.
His hands move to her hips, his fingers gripping her feverishly, and every time she lifts up he pulls her down as hard as either of their bodies can realistically handle. It's a greedy, inelegant way to do this, foregoing trying to thrust up into her as much in favor of just manhandling her body, especially since he doesn't go back in to kiss her again. But right now he wants to keep looking at her, even if his eyes keep threatening to roll back in his head. Because she—fuck—she told him that if he came in her (which he has all the other times they've done this without her specifying, it's not new, so why does it feel different this time) that it would push her over too. Which is just. Indescribably hot for reasons he cannot even hope to unpack right now. Or possibly ever. He'll review his memories later and see if he feels like dealing with any of this shit.
Right now he just wants to see it. See her come apart with no extra telepathic push, no sensory sharing besides the baseline. Just from feeling him fill her. He yanks her down two more times before he comes, his eyes flickering as he does his best to keep watching her face.]
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... And then he follows it by gasping out one of the lamest things he could possibly say in this situation.]
Fuck, that was really hot. Okay. Yeah. I gotcha.
[Hoo boy. Well, at least he's not in any danger of becoming a normie bro or anything awful like that. Small mercies.
His hands move to her hips, his fingers gripping her feverishly, and every time she lifts up he pulls her down as hard as either of their bodies can realistically handle. It's a greedy, inelegant way to do this, foregoing trying to thrust up into her as much in favor of just manhandling her body, especially since he doesn't go back in to kiss her again. But right now he wants to keep looking at her, even if his eyes keep threatening to roll back in his head. Because she—fuck—she told him that if he came in her (which he has all the other times they've done this without her specifying, it's not new, so why does it feel different this time) that it would push her over too. Which is just. Indescribably hot for reasons he cannot even hope to unpack right now. Or possibly ever. He'll review his memories later and see if he feels like dealing with any of this shit.
Right now he just wants to see it. See her come apart with no extra telepathic push, no sensory sharing besides the baseline. Just from feeling him fill her. He yanks her down two more times before he comes, his eyes flickering as he does his best to keep watching her face.]