[ When Ai touches Rinne's face and pulls him in, there's no reason for him to resist. All he's ever wanted to do is give, so he indulges her, indulges in her, lapping his tongue over hers as he pours another moan into her lips. She wants it. This is so much easier to do when Rinne knows she wants it. He squeezes her hand and the curve of her waist and suddenly there is more force behind the slow roll of his hips — something heavier than gravity pulling him down and thrusting him in. He doesn't fight it. Ai can take it. But in between the hot breaths, deep kisses, and sweet friction, he still wants to make sure she hears this: ]
—love you. Love you so fucking much—
[ He drives himself faster into her heat, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene. Their lips sharply part on a thrust in. Silver threads of spit stretch and break as sweat rolls down his spine in rivulets. He fucks her hard into the sheets, and when he does, he hopes she knows that this will be a routine pleasure she'll never have to work for again. ]
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—love you. Love you so fucking much—
[ He drives himself faster into her heat, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene. Their lips sharply part on a thrust in. Silver threads of spit stretch and break as sweat rolls down his spine in rivulets. He fucks her hard into the sheets, and when he does, he hopes she knows that this will be a routine pleasure she'll never have to work for again. ]