[The question that flits through his brain-- does she want him? really?-- goes unasked. At last, she's stopped teasing. She's grinding down on his cock faster, now, the hunger written clearly on her face as she closes her hand over his. Hell, she gave him her name. Doesn't take a detective to figure out that one.
Her palms, Kamui notes, are callused: years and years of weapons held fast in those hands, he thinks hazily, squeezing and fondling her breasts as he feels himself drawing closer to the edge.
His hands slip away from her chest as his fingers drag up her back, short nails dull on her bare skin until he reaches the nape of her neck. Insistent now, he pulls her down for another kiss. He's rougher this time: his teeth drag and nip at her lower lip, and his fingers close tightly in her long dark hair.]
Andromache. [he gasps, still rolling himself up to meet her quickening rhythm.] Probably shouldn't cum in you...
[It's as much a reminder to himself as it is to her.]
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Her palms, Kamui notes, are callused: years and years of weapons held fast in those hands, he thinks hazily, squeezing and fondling her breasts as he feels himself drawing closer to the edge.
His hands slip away from her chest as his fingers drag up her back, short nails dull on her bare skin until he reaches the nape of her neck. Insistent now, he pulls her down for another kiss. He's rougher this time: his teeth drag and nip at her lower lip, and his fingers close tightly in her long dark hair.]
Andromache. [he gasps, still rolling himself up to meet her quickening rhythm.] Probably shouldn't cum in you...
[It's as much a reminder to himself as it is to her.]