[ No one gets to criticize him for going into Snoke's throne room with out a plan. NO ONE. SHE WENT INTO FUCKING HIM INTO A WALL WITH OUT A PLAN. He supposes his size doesn't help-- anything. But you know, Rey's libido isn't thinking about how Ben Solo is the size of a barge. And he has no mind to complain once she slides on him, pressing her mouth against his and starting to ride him against the wall with such earnestness it's as endearing as it is erotic and clumsy.
Even through this hazy lust he knows he can ease this just a bit. He'll do his best. He curls a hand at the nape of her neck and continues kissing her as thoroughly as she's kissing him. Soft stuttering moans and gasps punctuate the movements of her hips against him and-- bracing his free hand to the wall and using that as leverage he'll slide them slowly down to the floor. The hand on her neck tugs her leg up and over his hips to facilitate the movement and from her she can rock against him more easily.
A nip or two at her lips is the only sass he'll give her for the moment. Her rocking and writhing has him well distracted and flushed. ]
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Even through this hazy lust he knows he can ease this just a bit. He'll do his best. He curls a hand at the nape of her neck and continues kissing her as thoroughly as she's kissing him. Soft stuttering moans and gasps punctuate the movements of her hips against him and-- bracing his free hand to the wall and using that as leverage he'll slide them slowly down to the floor. The hand on her neck tugs her leg up and over his hips to facilitate the movement and from her she can rock against him more easily.
A nip or two at her lips is the only sass he'll give her for the moment. Her rocking and writhing has him well distracted and flushed. ]