[ considering he's having trouble forming sentences, though, one gets the impression he's not exactly resistant to her plans. He just can't help but be contrary - even though he's already lost this argument. Maybe it's in his blood. The teasing touch of her fingers on his chest makes his skin quiver, the spaces left behind warm; he shifts beneath her with a silent sigh, a leg brushing against her as he parts them a little more accomodatingly. One hand continues up her back, pushing into her dark hair as he nuzzles against her collarbone. The other finally sinks from her hip to squeeze her rear, instead.
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[ considering he's having trouble forming sentences, though, one gets the impression he's not exactly resistant to her plans. He just can't help but be contrary - even though he's already lost this argument. Maybe it's in his blood. The teasing touch of her fingers on his chest makes his skin quiver, the spaces left behind warm; he shifts beneath her with a silent sigh, a leg brushing against her as he parts them a little more accomodatingly. One hand continues up her back, pushing into her dark hair as he nuzzles against her collarbone. The other finally sinks from her hip to squeeze her rear, instead.
Yup. He's definitely already lost. ]