[ You know. Really. Rey just needs to torture some people and then she'll catch on to the dom thing maybe. Probably not. Whatever. Well there's his cue that she's Out of dom mode. Kinda misses it, but it's a good thing she isn't catching on to that right now because then she'd go TOO hard on it and probably trigger him. Hahah its fine. We're fine. How are you????
Either way one of his hands will make it's way to her hair, tangling in to it and tugging at the strands gently. He needs that leverage for when she runs her tongue along his cock and-- his head tips back and hits the wall of the Falcon, his mouth parts to a perfect "O" and he wasn't aware that something could feel this good. It doesn't help his guard is more down because of his confession, his open armed grab at his emotions, and it feels as though everything coursing through him is crystal clear.
His breath trembles as he exhales-- he really hadn't expected reciprocation, but she offers it on a platter and he isn't sure what to do with himself. He curses low and in a language that isn't basic-- something his mother would scrub his mouth out with soap over-- and he tugs at her hair. Pulling her closer to him, urging her for more. ]
Good.
[ Husky and deep, but breathless and wavering. He's been starved for this, starved for her. ]
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Either way one of his hands will make it's way to her hair, tangling in to it and tugging at the strands gently. He needs that leverage for when she runs her tongue along his cock and-- his head tips back and hits the wall of the Falcon, his mouth parts to a perfect "O" and he wasn't aware that something could feel this good. It doesn't help his guard is more down because of his confession, his open armed grab at his emotions, and it feels as though everything coursing through him is crystal clear.
His breath trembles as he exhales-- he really hadn't expected reciprocation, but she offers it on a platter and he isn't sure what to do with himself. He curses low and in a language that isn't basic-- something his mother would scrub his mouth out with soap over-- and he tugs at her hair. Pulling her closer to him, urging her for more. ]
Good.
[ Husky and deep, but breathless and wavering. He's been starved for this, starved for her. ]