There's a small squeak of pain, of pleasure, pressing her chest against him as he lights little fires all over her skin and deep in her stomach. It's warm and makes her head fuzzy, the world seeming to spin out of control around her and all that was anchoring her to the world was Dazai's touch.
The permission--and subsequent question--is met with an enthusiastic moan and her fingers making quick work of his belt and buttons, fumbling only a little with getting them open. He's hard--He wants her too?It's a weird thing to only realize now, because she can't really imagine he'd be doing any of this if he didn't want it too. But it's a strangely...powerful feeling. To be wanted,to be desired, for someone to touch her and not recoil in revulsion, even if that revulsion from others is often just perceived in her own head.
"T-touch me more." A plea, a demand, softened when she seems to remember herself and her eyelashes flutter as she averts her gaze a little. "Please." Her finger slide down over his cock, inhaling sharply; he practically radiates heat and she wants to get closer, a shiver of desire going down her spine.
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The permission--and subsequent question--is met with an enthusiastic moan and her fingers making quick work of his belt and buttons, fumbling only a little with getting them open. He's hard--He wants her too?It's a weird thing to only realize now, because she can't really imagine he'd be doing any of this if he didn't want it too. But it's a strangely...powerful feeling. To be wanted,to be desired, for someone to touch her and not recoil in revulsion, even if that revulsion from others is often just perceived in her own head.
"T-touch me more." A plea, a demand, softened when she seems to remember herself and her eyelashes flutter as she averts her gaze a little. "Please." Her finger slide down over his cock, inhaling sharply; he practically radiates heat and she wants to get closer, a shiver of desire going down her spine.