[ It was indeed an abrupt end to this joyride of theirs, but that very same cold water splashing him at least gives back some of that clarity they'd both been sorely lacking the longer this went on. This was...more explosive than he ever would have thought it'd have been. He doesn't know enough about Weiss as a person beyond his first impression that she's an honest, good person despite her ribbing on his ass so much out the gate, but...he wonders; was this the same feeling for her? Their food hadn't been laced with any aphrodisiac, and if it was? It was far too subtle in trace that by the time they made their own choices (at least, Ragna did...), that had nothing to do with it.
Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days. Heh. Coming. Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]
Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore. The Elusive Kind Ragna. ] Did you come yet?
[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
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Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days.
Heh. Coming.Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore.
The Elusive Kind Ragna.] Did you come yet?[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]