[In this situation, L is really like any other man. Predictable, maybe pathetically so. Reduced to a single panting urge, even his most considerate thoughts are drawn to a swollen, red point.
He nods; whether or not she knows or guesses his situation, he believes her when she reassures him, seals it with an indulgent kiss on the lips. He sinks into it, feels it pulling him like the sand at his knees and the appetite between their hips.
Her words cause him to freeze, glancing up, breath catching. Those three words, coming from someone desired, are so very powerful. It's more than being allowed, it's being invited; it's enough for him to read the accurate sincerity, and answer with careful, shuddering intrusion past scales, into muscle like silk.]
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He nods; whether or not she knows or guesses his situation, he believes her when she reassures him, seals it with an indulgent kiss on the lips. He sinks into it, feels it pulling him like the sand at his knees and the appetite between their hips.
Her words cause him to freeze, glancing up, breath catching. Those three words, coming from someone desired, are so very powerful. It's more than being allowed, it's being invited; it's enough for him to read the accurate sincerity, and answer with careful, shuddering intrusion past scales, into muscle like silk.]