It wasn't long at all before he felt that need, judging by how soon he put one finger to her lips, his breathing coming in low, hoarse little jolts as he rutted up against her. Dropping both hands back to her hips, he urged her to speed up, letting his head fall back against the damp mattress. There was a degree of urgency in the sounds he was making, low and quiet though they were; he had, after all, had a while for his need to build back up.
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Date: 2015-02-07 11:53 pm (UTC)