[Kamui is simple. He's not impulsive; certainly not indulgent. None of this is like him at all. He never wanted more than Andy's time, at least until tonight, and distantly, he wonders whether it might be smarter to just call this whole thing off.
But it's been ages since he wanted. Lifetimes, maybe. Every day that goes by in this city he allows himself to be more selfish, to seize just a little more of the bit of light he's been granted. Her bare skin's warm, her body's solid in his arms, and she feels-- fucking good and he's not even really in her yet. He can have this. There's no reason to deny himself, not when she's rocking herself back and forth over him, licking into his mouth and she likes him.
There's nothing more to say. Kamui rolls his hips, pushing his cock slowly inside her. He sighs out an uneven breath, body alight with pleasure-- she's hot, she's so damn wet, fuck, she's tight. He fucks up into her, hands squeezing the curve of her ass.]
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But it's been ages since he wanted. Lifetimes, maybe. Every day that goes by in this city he allows himself to be more selfish, to seize just a little more of the bit of light he's been granted. Her bare skin's warm, her body's solid in his arms, and she feels-- fucking good and he's not even really in her yet. He can have this. There's no reason to deny himself, not when she's rocking herself back and forth over him, licking into his mouth and she likes him.
There's nothing more to say. Kamui rolls his hips, pushing his cock slowly inside her. He sighs out an uneven breath, body alight with pleasure-- she's hot, she's so damn wet, fuck, she's tight. He fucks up into her, hands squeezing the curve of her ass.]
You feel, [he manages,] so good, Andy.