[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one? Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in. ]
Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
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[ Is this confidence in her elevator partner? Not exactly, but as he finds himself so relaxed with her, even with his hands exploring as they do and taking extra interest in how soft she felt...this is more like comfort. Considering where he came from and the life he's lead, being this close with anyone was abandoned to him. If he ever had fleeting thoughts, they were drowned out by anger and a focus on what did matter. Yet her h is, on his back with a petite young woman grinding and riding out his growing erection and urging another deep and enticed moan out of Ragna. ]
Huh?
[ She teases him, but she's already done a fine job in dispelling his doubts and worries that she's earned a side of him that's very rare indeed. She may not know it yet, but it's a tenderness and trust that he hasn't placed in practically anyone like this before. And she's still guiding him. Leaving him guessing. Yet he's more lost than frustrated this time...especially when she does encourage him with words that are going to stick with him for some time if he winds up checking in. Ragna was going to need to learn if he was going to be here a while. If he was going to survive and if fighting wasn't going to solve anything, whether he liked it or not...
He was no bed layer, no womanizer or even a romantic. Ragna didn't have anything to fall back on beyond what he's heard or read, not entirely clueless about what to do. But the idea of sleeping around to build a hand; he doesn't show it on the surface now, but why does that thought burn him a little? If he was going to stay here for a while after all...then why couldn't he just have one?
Add it to the list of what's going to keep him awake at night until he checks in.]Fine. I don't mind a little work.
[ Especially when the "work" looks as good as she does on him, leaning over him the way she does as Ragna's feet find better purchase spread as they are so he can roll his hips up against hers harder. At the same time, his hand fumbles while the other continues to keep her attended to with curious fondles of her chest. First, fingertips dipping into the curve of her spine all the way up, until he looses a warm sigh. Frustration? No. No you can be more patient than that, Ragna.
She gave you both all the time in the world.
He thought the zipper would be on the back, but instead, as he retreats and glides around the side...he feels a little fray. Or, an opening? It's the zipper alright. He thinks he's past the point of asking for more when he'll follow her every step, or take the lead like he's doing now when he gives a little tug to zip her side down.
It sounds so loud in his head, and the thought of stripping Weiss down himself, his little reward for being a good little proactive student, will earn her a more pronounced, excitable throb that gets his breath hitching. Okay. Now it was starting to hurt a little, his clothed cock grating against the inside of his own zipper through his briefs. Once he's got her top loosened enough, his hands return to Weiss' soft thighs, squeezing and caressing over them as he gets the chance to admire her bare breasts in his view. ]
Damn...