It didn't take much time at all to decide that nothing was more of a turn-on than hearing February Lynch gasp his name in the throes of pleasure. The movements of his fingers quickened to match the pace of his heartbeat and breathing, the feeling of her roaming hands across his arms, shoulders, and—Merlin—her nails digging into his back causing his hardness to twitch against her thigh. And if that hadn't been enough, she took it a step further.
He felt all his muscles tighten up as her hands ventured further down his body; first it was his arms, then his abdomen, and finally his thighs and his groin as she had the nerve (not that he was complaining) to wrap her fingers around him. He let out a hiss and roughly jerked his hips against her hand, caught off by the sudden gesture.
"Fuck, Febs," he gasped. "Next you're going to try to convince me you're not a succubus," he managed through a strained voice. He wouldn't have been all that surprised if she had been; she'd came to his room when he was half-asleep and managed to seduce him. He wasn't all that prepared to give in, though a few minutes of this and he wouldn't need to admit to his defeat out loud—his body would do it for him.
He felt all his muscles tighten up as her hands ventured further down his body; first it was his arms, then his abdomen, and finally his thighs and his groin as she had the nerve (not that he was complaining) to wrap her fingers around him. He let out a hiss and roughly jerked his hips against her hand, caught off by the sudden gesture.
"Fuck, Febs," he gasped. "Next you're going to try to convince me you're not a succubus," he managed through a strained voice. He wouldn't have been all that surprised if she had been; she'd came to his room when he was half-asleep and managed to seduce him. He wasn't all that prepared to give in, though a few minutes of this and he wouldn't need to admit to his defeat out loud—his body would do it for him.
— set by MJ! —