[The guard of his sword hits the desk when he is pulled forward, and what's now unfortunately trapped in the leg of his pants hits her. Everything feels suddenly very different. Sure, he gets aroused, but he usually goes at all of this like a curious, explorative mission.
Very systematic, even if it's nice.
But this is chaos. Nothing else quite matters except one need. The need to dig into her mouth with his tongue, to run his gloved fingers along her skin from bare knee to bare thigh. It's difficult to get the ashi clasps on the sword unlatched so he can--it falls, hitting the edge of the desk and then the floor, and oddly, he doesn't even care. He doesn't pause in kissing her breathless to retrieve it.]
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Very systematic, even if it's nice.
But this is chaos. Nothing else quite matters except one need. The need to dig into her mouth with his tongue, to run his gloved fingers along her skin from bare knee to bare thigh. It's difficult to get the ashi clasps on the sword unlatched so he can--it falls, hitting the edge of the desk and then the floor, and oddly, he doesn't even care. He doesn't pause in kissing her breathless to retrieve it.]