[ The storm carries on outside, loud enough and strong enough to make the door shake and shudder. Drowning out the rest of the galaxy as they lose themselves in each other. And thank the Force for it because, he cries out when she sinks on him all at once. It might be worrying at first but it's clear by how he grips her hands and keeps her there that it's the good sort of crying out. It's the type that would (under not storming circumstances) draw the ire of every fish nun on the island.
For now he's breathing into her kiss, trying to kiss back but he's lost in her. He has to work hard to find that inner peace because every bit of him wants to rut in her like mad right now, but his toes curl and his eyes stay shut so tightly that he's already seeing dots.
It's overwhelming and wonderful and she's holding his hands and-- right now he feels as if he's picked some piece of control back. Back from Hux and Snoke and even Kylo Ren. Ben Solo is here with Rey in such interlocked intimacy. And tears start to build and roll down the sides of his face. ]
I-- [ Shit. She starts to move and he curses. Loudly. In an alien language. God is it good. It's tight and wonderful friction, tugging at his cock and drawing him in deeper-- another gasping breath and he feels as though he won't be able to breathe correctly for a while. ] -- I'm good too.
[ He's reassuring her and himself. Tears aren't always bad. ]
Tell me when I can move.
[ He wants to take every inch of her possible. Fuck away everything and everyone else. ]
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For now he's breathing into her kiss, trying to kiss back but he's lost in her. He has to work hard to find that inner peace because every bit of him wants to rut in her like mad right now, but his toes curl and his eyes stay shut so tightly that he's already seeing dots.
It's overwhelming and wonderful and she's holding his hands and-- right now he feels as if he's picked some piece of control back. Back from Hux and Snoke and even Kylo Ren. Ben Solo is here with Rey in such interlocked intimacy. And tears start to build and roll down the sides of his face. ]
I-- [ Shit. She starts to move and he curses. Loudly. In an alien language. God is it good. It's tight and wonderful friction, tugging at his cock and drawing him in deeper-- another gasping breath and he feels as though he won't be able to breathe correctly for a while. ] -- I'm good too.
[ He's reassuring her and himself. Tears aren't always bad. ]
Tell me when I can move.
[ He wants to take every inch of her possible. Fuck away everything and everyone else. ]