[ Erik is doing work, shoulders bowed forward over sinew twisting in his arms, rough, rasping breaths entirely preoccupied with pumping into her. In the past it’s been hard to get him to make even that much noise, but this is a library. Sounds carry.
Until she spasms and he grunts, rhythm cut short mid-stroke, tension met with a matching flinch, equal and opposite.
He twists enough to look up at her, bulled neck and ears flushed red, three days into a beard with a dead eye and scarring chewed deep into his shoulder. ]
I know, [ he says, after a spare breath or two to wind down. It sounds a little like sorry, with this particular tip of his brows, partway into something equal parts grin and grimace. ] It’s huge.
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Until she spasms and he grunts, rhythm cut short mid-stroke, tension met with a matching flinch, equal and opposite.
He twists enough to look up at her, bulled neck and ears flushed red, three days into a beard with a dead eye and scarring chewed deep into his shoulder. ]
I know, [ he says, after a spare breath or two to wind down. It sounds a little like sorry, with this particular tip of his brows, partway into something equal parts grin and grimace. ] It’s huge.