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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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Never got a notif for this!!

[bellabelgium]

[ He has yet to leave her unfulfilled, his record on that is actually quite low. It's the passion that she wants, that she LONGS for-- that ability to just completely lose themselves in each other, in the heat of the moment, the scent of sweat, the way his breath sounds panting in her ear, the wild, awestruck look in his eyes, she wants it all... to just drink it up, bathe in it, absorb it until she's saturated in it.

The response is immediate when he dives in again, letting out a soft mewl as she meets him eagerly, shifting to cradle him between her legs, welcoming his kiss, hands coming up to cup his cheek and curl around his neck as his tangle in her hair. ]

[handelaar]

[While the kiss is desperate, something bordering on bruising, and surely she can feel just how hard he's breathing and how fast his pulse is flying and the thrum of his arousal against her hip - the rest of his body doesn't quite move to match it. His fingers loosen in her hair and he rocks against her, motion slow but no less intense for it, like he has all the time in the world to press against her - and he does.

They're not going anywhere. Greedy as he is, he knows it, and right now he wants to stretch out every moment he has to feel her curves press against him (however insistent), use every shuddering breath to breathe her in, take the time to tease them both when the hand on her skirt plays at the hem, skims over her knee, and doesn't slide up.]