[Is this okay?, Clary asks, and Baby chokes on an answer, like it could not be. He nods, frantic, his hands moving to touch her, up along her sides, up to her breasts, cupping them in his palms, his eyes holding something reverential in them as he takes her in.
He could never get bored of how amazing Clary is. Such a fighter, when Baby often found himself thinking that he should have been fighting more, but he'd been scared. Clary, sometimes, looked like she couldn't even imagine being scared of anything. Of course, he knew it was a facade, and she had plenty of fears, but she fought them, every day.
Amazing.
Baby rolls his hips up, chasing more friction, and she gives it to him when she holds onto him for a moment as she starts sinking down onto his cock, and Baby clenches his jaw, closes his eyes tight, and throws his head back as he drowns in the sensations, feeling untethered. ]
( Her body yields to him easily, muscles clenching and then releasing as she takes more of his cock. Clary's skin is flushed again by now, goosebumps along her arms and breasts, and she shrugs her hair back over her shoulder to look at him properly. Her expression is hungry, needy, green eyes almost eaten away by the pupil. She's missed him, missed this.
Clary's slow about it, slow as she lowers herself onto him, taking every inch with agonising care. Her breathing stills until he's all the way inside her, until she's resting against his thighs. Then she exhales, her hands on his chest, thumb brushing over his nipple.
When she moves, it's lazy at first, just a grind of her hips against his, balls pressed to the curve of her ass. She doesn't lift herself away just yet, breathing in quick pants as her muscles tighten around him. Clary holds his gaze throughout, warmth in her eyes, lips parted. She ducks in to kiss him again, catching his lip with her teeth before slipping her tongue into his mouth. It's then that she pulls up, moan muffled between them. )
[ At first, Baby can't help but follow the movement of her hips. Clary is moving so slow, rolling her pelvis, the very best, amazing kind of torture. Baby's breathless with it, pushing up off from the bed, shivering every time they part just slightly. She's playing with him and Baby wouldn't want it to be any different, his fingers digging into her thighs.
When she moves down to kiss him, she moves her hips up further, taking him by surprise, the feelings dueling in his brain, making him moan just as Clary does, breathing growing harsher by the second. ]
Cl - Clary -
[ If she doesn't start moving fast soon, he might not survive this moment. ]
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He could never get bored of how amazing Clary is. Such a fighter, when Baby often found himself thinking that he should have been fighting more, but he'd been scared. Clary, sometimes, looked like she couldn't even imagine being scared of anything. Of course, he knew it was a facade, and she had plenty of fears, but she fought them, every day.
Amazing.
Baby rolls his hips up, chasing more friction, and she gives it to him when she holds onto him for a moment as she starts sinking down onto his cock, and Baby clenches his jaw, closes his eyes tight, and throws his head back as he drowns in the sensations, feeling untethered. ]
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Clary's slow about it, slow as she lowers herself onto him, taking every inch with agonising care. Her breathing stills until he's all the way inside her, until she's resting against his thighs. Then she exhales, her hands on his chest, thumb brushing over his nipple.
When she moves, it's lazy at first, just a grind of her hips against his, balls pressed to the curve of her ass. She doesn't lift herself away just yet, breathing in quick pants as her muscles tighten around him. Clary holds his gaze throughout, warmth in her eyes, lips parted. She ducks in to kiss him again, catching his lip with her teeth before slipping her tongue into his mouth. It's then that she pulls up, moan muffled between them. )
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When she moves down to kiss him, she moves her hips up further, taking him by surprise, the feelings dueling in his brain, making him moan just as Clary does, breathing growing harsher by the second. ]
Cl - Clary -
[ If she doesn't start moving fast soon, he might not survive this moment. ]