It's testament to how comfortable she is that even his roaming hands do not wake her fully. Of course, that's before he goes there and draws a soft moan from her throat. As if his touch itself is the sun peeking through the curtains, she presses her face against his chest to shield herself. And, of course, it doesn't work. And, of course, it seems a good idea when that fails to kiss the skin she's pressed against. As if that will help her stay asleep.
She can try as much as he likes, there is a comfort that he doesn't need to open his eyes to know she's already starting to respond. So she doesn't. Stopping only to encourage her thigh over his hip, so he can reach her fully.
The fingers are tickling more than demanding. Brushing over her entrance, back and forth, back and forth, without ever pressing in. Sliding her own wetness against her slit, coating his fingers thoroughly. Playing with her, coaxing her to be ready for him, because eventually, he'll take his cock in hand and enjoy that feeling of her warm and wet and messy first thing. For now, though, he's happy taking the laziness this early in the morning gives.
"Deimos," she murmurs, a whine, a plea, muffled against him as he teases her. It doesn't evolve into more than that, just his name and her shifting against him. Refusing to open her eyes or acknowledge that she's awake even though her body has already betrayed that goal. Her leg rubbing against his hip, her hips gently rolling this way and that.
He doesn't say anything back, what would be the point? The only things that needed to be said were her breathy moans, the soft sound of his name.
His three fingers go in easy, that wet noise of her body taking him down to the knuckle before he draws back. That string of wetness that sticks on his fingers before he slides them back in. Urging her with each roll of her body to take him deeper. Using his thumb where it sat free, to splay her wider. Exposing her clit to curve little circles over and over. Feeling and dragging out how it made her pulse around his digits.
Fuck He knows her too well. She whimpers and tips her head back. His face free of her hair, and free for her to kiss, to take his lip between her teeth as she drapes her arms over his shoulders. And she is free to bite his collarbone when his fingers move just so and to tighten her hold on him when she's right on the edge of climax.
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Slaps nsfw on this bc they trash
The fingers are tickling more than demanding. Brushing over her entrance, back and forth, back and forth, without ever pressing in. Sliding her own wetness against her slit, coating his fingers thoroughly. Playing with her, coaxing her to be ready for him, because eventually, he'll take his cock in hand and enjoy that feeling of her warm and wet and messy first thing. For now, though, he's happy taking the laziness this early in the morning gives.
the most NSFW couple ever tbh
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His three fingers go in easy, that wet noise of her body taking him down to the knuckle before he draws back. That string of wetness that sticks on his fingers before he slides them back in. Urging her with each roll of her body to take him deeper. Using his thumb where it sat free, to splay her wider. Exposing her clit to curve little circles over and over. Feeling and dragging out how it made her pulse around his digits.
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