[As she lowers herself onto him, Malik bites his lip, letting out an appreciative groan.]
You feel good... [The words are mumbled, but the fact he was talking at all was unusual. Usually, with Bakura, they'd simply take turns on who would top during relatively vanilla missionary position sex. That closeness that came with it was intimidate, and never lent itself much to talking. It was comfortable.
Only once did he sit on Bakura like this, but even then he was a fair bit too distracted to say much. This was different though. Reclined across the couch, staring up at Harriet with a full view of her body and her face as she sat on him... It was intoxicating, the feelings it stirred within him.
It felt a little more inviting to conversation too. Or teasing.]
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You feel good... [The words are mumbled, but the fact he was talking at all was unusual. Usually, with Bakura, they'd simply take turns on who would top during relatively vanilla missionary position sex. That closeness that came with it was intimidate, and never lent itself much to talking. It was comfortable.
Only once did he sit on Bakura like this, but even then he was a fair bit too distracted to say much. This was different though. Reclined across the couch, staring up at Harriet with a full view of her body and her face as she sat on him... It was intoxicating, the feelings it stirred within him.
It felt a little more inviting to conversation too. Or teasing.]
And hot...