[ it hurts. to say it doesn't would be a lie. but the pain isn't for himself, and when their foreheads brush he relishes in being close again; in leaving the world behind. their own, and reims both - it's just them in this tent with the rain sheltering them for however long. the time doesn't matter, but it feels boundless anyway. she's barely through the apology when he smashes his lips into hers, as if erasing the words by force. she never has anything to apologize to him for, and there's nothing subtle in his movements now, blunt nails dragging back down her side until he can dig into her hip, his leg winding around hers with absolutely no coyness as it brings their pelvises flush.
his breast heaves against hers as he's breathless in moments from the hard kiss, but he draws it out for as long as he can, eyes squeezed shut as he feels every plane of her body against his acutely now, one large hand cupping the back of her head firmly. it isn't like him to take something he wants in this context, at least not with such confidence, but the second he felt her waver he knew he had to act; ever her foil. because when she inevitably takes charge again, he'll fade away and submit to her, but now in this moment he knows they both need a buoy to anchor to. ]
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his breast heaves against hers as he's breathless in moments from the hard kiss, but he draws it out for as long as he can, eyes squeezed shut as he feels every plane of her body against his acutely now, one large hand cupping the back of her head firmly. it isn't like him to take something he wants in this context, at least not with such confidence, but the second he felt her waver he knew he had to act; ever her foil. because when she inevitably takes charge again, he'll fade away and submit to her, but now in this moment he knows they both need a buoy to anchor to. ]