[It doesn't take much; he adjusts himself and the head of his cock slides between the folds of her sex. There's a part of him, angry and disgusted by his own existence, that wants to chide her for admitting it out loud- that she could possibly want this. But what was he really expecting? She never would have let either of them get this far if she wasn't committed to seeing it through to the end. It just wasn't like her to back out.
And for just the briefest of moments, with the warmth of her soft hands against his scared face, he tilts his head against her palm and lets himself surrender. Everything else melts away. It doesn't last, an ephemeral feeling that he quickly locks away again before it gets dangerous.
Red eyes refocus on her and he grips her hips. His mouth hovers against hers, but never quite solidifies into a kiss; he needs to breathe for this. He does his best to go slowly, but by the time he finally sheaths himself into her, it's with a sharp jerk of his hips and a low growl. He's no stranger to sex, but that had been a lifetime ago and he still doesn't entirely accept that this body is really who he is now. Everything had felt different when he'd opened his eyes in Overwatch's ICU, it still does, and he's gotten used to it. But this...
He shakes himself off and draws his hips back slowly before pushing back in with purpose, a slow-fast rhythm that starts them out. His breath is heavy but measured against her lips, testament to the control he still exerts over himself, his breathing, the steady rock of his body against hers, even the heavy-lidded intensity in his eyes. This close, his entire world feels narrowed down to just her face and those blue eyes, darkened by want, her skin flushed with arousal. It's an image that had haunted his imagination far more often than he would ever admit, but the real thing outstrips any of his wild fantasies by miles.]
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And for just the briefest of moments, with the warmth of her soft hands against his scared face, he tilts his head against her palm and lets himself surrender. Everything else melts away. It doesn't last, an ephemeral feeling that he quickly locks away again before it gets dangerous.
Red eyes refocus on her and he grips her hips. His mouth hovers against hers, but never quite solidifies into a kiss; he needs to breathe for this. He does his best to go slowly, but by the time he finally sheaths himself into her, it's with a sharp jerk of his hips and a low growl. He's no stranger to sex, but that had been a lifetime ago and he still doesn't entirely accept that this body is really who he is now. Everything had felt different when he'd opened his eyes in Overwatch's ICU, it still does, and he's gotten used to it. But this...
He shakes himself off and draws his hips back slowly before pushing back in with purpose, a slow-fast rhythm that starts them out. His breath is heavy but measured against her lips, testament to the control he still exerts over himself, his breathing, the steady rock of his body against hers, even the heavy-lidded intensity in his eyes. This close, his entire world feels narrowed down to just her face and those blue eyes, darkened by want, her skin flushed with arousal. It's an image that had haunted his imagination far more often than he would ever admit, but the real thing outstrips any of his wild fantasies by miles.]