[She bites him and he growls, his hips bucking up into her hands and fingers digging into the back of her neck. It's a lucky thing that she's the one who comes to her senses enough to pull away or Genji might have forgotten himself in the moment. Instead, he watches, nearly dumbfounded, as Angela pushes herself up over him and for a moment, he wonders if this is just a troubled dream. It doesn't seem like it should be real, that she should be here in bed with him like this. If they had simply fucked it might have almost been more believable.
But it is real and feels the hard, physical drag of reality the moment she slicks the head of his cock the in remnants of her previous orgasm. He grips her thighs- because if he grabs for her hips like he wants to, he'll be pulling her down onto him before they're ready, if her curse and the way she has to ease herself down lower is any indication. Genji himself has to focus on his breathing just to keep himself from running away with what he wants.]
Angela, slow- [She's throwing herself into it and it's been so long, he wants desperately to answer her; to meet her in kind so they can both find some sort of relief. But not this fast.] -slow down...
[He lets out a breath when she does, his head dropping back against the pillows and his grip on her legs easing up. She's so tight around him and the room feels almost too hot, the air too thick. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks that it can't possibly be good for the cybernetics. As if it's going to stop him.
He strokes her thighs and looks up at her with dark eyes, a lazy smile curling its way across his lips. She's absolutely beautiful- flushed, sweaty skin practically aglow in the cheap lighting. He pushes up to meet her when she comes down onto him, giving his hips a little twist each time she seats herself to rub himself up against her inner walls.]
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Date: 2018-03-04 06:50 am (UTC)But it is real and feels the hard, physical drag of reality the moment she slicks the head of his cock the in remnants of her previous orgasm. He grips her thighs- because if he grabs for her hips like he wants to, he'll be pulling her down onto him before they're ready, if her curse and the way she has to ease herself down lower is any indication. Genji himself has to focus on his breathing just to keep himself from running away with what he wants.]
Angela, slow- [She's throwing herself into it and it's been so long, he wants desperately to answer her; to meet her in kind so they can both find some sort of relief. But not this fast.] -slow down...
[He lets out a breath when she does, his head dropping back against the pillows and his grip on her legs easing up. She's so tight around him and the room feels almost too hot, the air too thick. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks that it can't possibly be good for the cybernetics. As if it's going to stop him.
He strokes her thighs and looks up at her with dark eyes, a lazy smile curling its way across his lips. She's absolutely beautiful- flushed, sweaty skin practically aglow in the cheap lighting. He pushes up to meet her when she comes down onto him, giving his hips a little twist each time she seats herself to rub himself up against her inner walls.]
Much better.