[ Maybe he should be more in a rush. Time always seems to be against them, one way or another. But as much as he wants to go in headfirst, going all the way with her and giving into those hungry desires that want to be fed, he also wants to savor these moments. To remember them. Maybe it's all pointless, as his memories get stolen away from him before he even realizes it, but somehow, it doesn't feel pointless to him.
He can feel how she responds to him even without her moving their hands to rest between her legs. But with their hands placed there, it becomes even clearer to him, and that, more than anything, only encourages him further. He rocks against her, not roughly, but with need and a thinly veiled urgency. He's missed her as much as she's missed him, and he tries to communicate that through his movements.
The Dark Place might be trying to steal everything from him, but it seems that these feelings and this knowledge are some things he's not willing to let go of so easily.
He breathily says her name against her mouth as he continues to rock his hips against hers, starting slowly and gradually increasing the pace. ]
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He can feel how she responds to him even without her moving their hands to rest between her legs. But with their hands placed there, it becomes even clearer to him, and that, more than anything, only encourages him further. He rocks against her, not roughly, but with need and a thinly veiled urgency. He's missed her as much as she's missed him, and he tries to communicate that through his movements.
The Dark Place might be trying to steal everything from him, but it seems that these feelings and this knowledge are some things he's not willing to let go of so easily.
He breathily says her name against her mouth as he continues to rock his hips against hers, starting slowly and gradually increasing the pace. ]