[The position's mutual beneficial; he can tell she likes it for her own reasons, but in his case it just lets him be lazy and get a perfect view of her. And the curtain of hair around their faces is almost nostalgic, bringing him back to sober mornings with a certain girl back home... a thought which immediately gets shoved to the side with a forceful decision that screwing around with Onyx is a thousand times better than getting caught up in old memories.
When she bites his lip, it pulls him fully back into the moment, and he answers by digging his nails into her hips with a huff of laughter. Good, she isn't as fragile as he'd been willing to deal with... he reaches a hand up to sweep her hair to the side, nipping the skin of her neck as his other hand slips down to feel between her legs. If he's giving himself enough time to worry about his past, it's about time he started cutting the foreplay short.]
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When she bites his lip, it pulls him fully back into the moment, and he answers by digging his nails into her hips with a huff of laughter. Good, she isn't as fragile as he'd been willing to deal with... he reaches a hand up to sweep her hair to the side, nipping the skin of her neck as his other hand slips down to feel between her legs. If he's giving himself enough time to worry about his past, it's about time he started cutting the foreplay short.]