[ Poe's aware that he didn't need to tell her not to hold anything back. She probably wouldn't have been able to even if she was trying desperately to do exactly that, and at this point he's not even sure he would be able to stifle any of the sounds that he muffles against her skin. It doesn't matter, since neither of them has a single reason to care about making too much noise or trying to hold onto any sense of composure. All that matters is the perfect, fluid way that their bodies move together, as if they were both meant to fit together exactly like this, only barely stuttering when she tenses up around him. Not so tightly that he can't move, but definitely taut enough that it tears a breath from him with an even lower groan.
It feels too good to slow down now. She might not be as well-acquainted with these sensations, but he knows exactly what it means when this tension wells up inside of him like this, and it's just as well that she seems to be on the precipice herself. He just couldn't have been prepared for how this was going to feel, how much he was going to want this, so much so that coming together is just a given now rather than any conscious intention.
But he won't slow down or stop touching her, not even when he feels those first few pulses of heat that course through him and into her, a noticeable shudder running through him as he arches sharply with it. It's not exactly a blur. It's a rush, but every aspect of it, every sound and taste and flicker of sensation, stands out in impossibly sharp detail, one after the other.
It's an almost quiet moment for him, a contrast to every moment leading up to it, as he just breathes against her skin, close enough that their warmth brushes against her, sinking toward catching her mouth for another kiss. ]
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It feels too good to slow down now. She might not be as well-acquainted with these sensations, but he knows exactly what it means when this tension wells up inside of him like this, and it's just as well that she seems to be on the precipice herself. He just couldn't have been prepared for how this was going to feel, how much he was going to want this, so much so that coming together is just a given now rather than any conscious intention.
But he won't slow down or stop touching her, not even when he feels those first few pulses of heat that course through him and into her, a noticeable shudder running through him as he arches sharply with it. It's not exactly a blur. It's a rush, but every aspect of it, every sound and taste and flicker of sensation, stands out in impossibly sharp detail, one after the other.
It's an almost quiet moment for him, a contrast to every moment leading up to it, as he just breathes against her skin, close enough that their warmth brushes against her, sinking toward catching her mouth for another kiss. ]