[ Caught on that knife edge between pleasure and pain, Mira cries out. If this is how it's going to be, then they want this (him) again and again, until they're sick of him. Dangerous doesn't begin to describe him and whatever this thing between them is, because this is the sort of thing they can't resist coming back to.
Tartaglia doesn't hold back. Just the opposite: He pushes them past the limits they thought they'd known so well. No complaints here, though, because if they did they would have made him stop.
Undeterred and near-desperate for more, they fuck into his fist. Tartaglia's back is going to be a mess when all is said and done. Their nails dig in deeper, voice halfway to wrecked with every punched-out sound Tartaglia pulls from them.
Make them worse, huh? Mira turns their head and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his neck before biting down. ]
I'd like to see you try, [ they manage, sliding a hand into his hair and pulling hard. Right into his ear-- ] Ruin me.
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Tartaglia doesn't hold back. Just the opposite: He pushes them past the limits they thought they'd known so well. No complaints here, though, because if they did they would have made him stop.
Undeterred and near-desperate for more, they fuck into his fist. Tartaglia's back is going to be a mess when all is said and done. Their nails dig in deeper, voice halfway to wrecked with every punched-out sound Tartaglia pulls from them.
Make them worse, huh? Mira turns their head and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his neck before biting down. ]
I'd like to see you try, [ they manage, sliding a hand into his hair and pulling hard. Right into his ear-- ] Ruin me.