[That trail of her fingers certainly elicit's a reaction! Beyond the electric-like sensation running through his nerves from where her finger tips run along his neck, he groans into their kiss. He very nearly grinds his hips against her, but her request in the back of his mind stills that right quick. He's gotta pace this, not leave her in the dust. He wants her to enjoy this with him.
Breaking the kiss, he pulls back a moment to scan over her face--how she looks right now. Flustered, below him, wanting... It sets his brain on fire, and it takes about every damn bit of self control to not just whip that towel off of himself, and to rip those pants off of her. He doesn't though, he knows he shouldn't, and knows he wouldn't want that for her anyway, even if the urge is crushingly powerful and entirely too hot in his mind.
He does, however, lean down to kiss her neck, one hand stays firm on her thigh, while his other moves from her to slide up and under her shirt. Feeling and appreciating the definition and groove of muscles under her soft skin. Trailing up over her ribs, till he's cupping her breast. He breathes out a shuddered breath against her skin, that fluttered jolt of excitement making him grind his hips forward against her.
Oops, so much for not doing that. Also, so much for that towel, because with all that movement, it's not exactly staying wrapped around his waist.
cw: this is gonna be going to pound town USA population: them
Breaking the kiss, he pulls back a moment to scan over her face--how she looks right now. Flustered, below him, wanting... It sets his brain on fire, and it takes about every damn bit of self control to not just whip that towel off of himself, and to rip those pants off of her. He doesn't though, he knows he shouldn't, and knows he wouldn't want that for her anyway, even if the urge is crushingly powerful and entirely too hot in his mind.
He does, however, lean down to kiss her neck, one hand stays firm on her thigh, while his other moves from her to slide up and under her shirt. Feeling and appreciating the definition and groove of muscles under her soft skin. Trailing up over her ribs, till he's cupping her breast. He breathes out a shuddered breath against her skin, that fluttered jolt of excitement making him grind his hips forward against her.
Oops, so much for not doing that. Also, so much for that towel, because with all that movement, it's not exactly staying wrapped around his waist.
Guzma doesn't mind.]