[It's something. She's giving him something now, something to take the edge off the intense need he feels, and while he keeps rutting his hips into her hand, he sighs, audibly now, in relief.
It's not her mouth, it's not nearly as good as her mouth, but it's something, and he'll take it as his head hits the plush cushion of the seat and he inhales sharply. If he touches her, if he so much as puts a single finger on her, he knows without a doubt it'll lead into a grab, something far more forceful, and so he doesn't.]
Weiss...
[He says, very quietly, barely a desperate whisper of her name. He may have found his words, but his thoughts are, for the moment, all her.]
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It's not her mouth, it's not nearly as good as her mouth, but it's something, and he'll take it as his head hits the plush cushion of the seat and he inhales sharply. If he touches her, if he so much as puts a single finger on her, he knows without a doubt it'll lead into a grab, something far more forceful, and so he doesn't.]
Weiss...
[He says, very quietly, barely a desperate whisper of her name. He may have found his words, but his thoughts are, for the moment, all her.]