[ If Julius is going to pick a moment to take his time—
This is a good one to choose. Of the moments. Marcus is occupied in seeking out sensitive spots along Petrana's throat and the bony swoops that lead down to her chest and so gleanable reactions are in the form of the slow wind of tension throughout his body. He is already keeping himself poised over Petrana so as not to completely crush her, shoulders locked and elbows dug into mattress, hips lifted, and so muscle strains to bone, more given to stillness than squirming.
She pulls his hair and his head comes up, breath out hitching through his throat. What happens next is he liked that.
And motion, then, still subtle, his legs parting a fraction as if this might dictate Julius' pace. Beneath him, his erection already feels heavy and heated, and if he had any lack of faith in his proclivities for endurance—
Well, he is learning things too. About how they work. He shifts his weight enough to slip a hand between himself and Petrana, to tease his fingertips down across the warm skin of her abdomen, and lower, the barest outside shape of her between her legs, maybe an unconscious mimic to Julius' own exploring touches. He thinks he could spend a long time learning her with his hands. ]
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This is a good one to choose. Of the moments. Marcus is occupied in seeking out sensitive spots along Petrana's throat and the bony swoops that lead down to her chest and so gleanable reactions are in the form of the slow wind of tension throughout his body. He is already keeping himself poised over Petrana so as not to completely crush her, shoulders locked and elbows dug into mattress, hips lifted, and so muscle strains to bone, more given to stillness than squirming.
She pulls his hair and his head comes up, breath out hitching through his throat. What happens next is he liked that.
And motion, then, still subtle, his legs parting a fraction as if this might dictate Julius' pace. Beneath him, his erection already feels heavy and heated, and if he had any lack of faith in his proclivities for endurance—
Well, he is learning things too. About how they work. He shifts his weight enough to slip a hand between himself and Petrana, to tease his fingertips down across the warm skin of her abdomen, and lower, the barest outside shape of her between her legs, maybe an unconscious mimic to Julius' own exploring touches. He thinks he could spend a long time learning her with his hands. ]