[ there's a shallow exhale, maybe from how tender that shot to the ass still is. it doesn't slow him down long, not when she pulls him in and he feels surrounded by her, by her warmth, her skin not feeling cooler against his anymore. frank gasps against her throat for an entirely new cause, even as both arms sneak between the wall and her body to unhook her bra. he's not 100% sure how he's going to get their socks off yet, but he's working through it as he grinds his pelvic bone against hers. just that feels too damn good and he releases a low, shuddering grunt against her ear as the bra comes undone at last and he's able to guide it off her arms to the floor.
he'd usually prefer her guiding all these movements, and he thinks she likes that too, being in control. but the last time he'd tried she'd panicked at the state of him and he wants to get things moving past the point of no return before he gives himself over. allowing himself another indulgent roll of his hips, he pushes his little sound of pleasure against her lips this time, palming her hips as he once again walks her backward, towards the bed this time. ]
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he'd usually prefer her guiding all these movements, and he thinks she likes that too, being in control. but the last time he'd tried she'd panicked at the state of him and he wants to get things moving past the point of no return before he gives himself over. allowing himself another indulgent roll of his hips, he pushes his little sound of pleasure against her lips this time, palming her hips as he once again walks her backward, towards the bed this time. ]