[As much as he's engulfed in the feeling of her, he's trying to not get so lost in it that he misses something from her. After all, he doesn't want her to be in pain, he doesn't want to screw up her first time with him—her first time at all. For her sake, but also for his own. He's a man obsessed with winning in any capacity. A man who is starved of acknowledgment and praise in contexts that matter to him—from people who matter to him.
And Lucina? Definitely one of the top contenders for person who matters the most to him. He wants to do right by her, which will in turn be doing right by him.
Her tenseness, the sounds she makes, and how she grips at his hair and digs in her nails on his back...all of it is just as rewarding as pressing into her. How she tightens around him, every movement and twitch of muscle sends pleasuring throbs through him. Raising pidgeybumps in its warm and tingling wake. Pressing his lips to her cheek and jaw line, he attempts to aid her in relaxing, tries to give her what little comforts he can.
For all there are these physical aspects of what's going on, there's also the emotional one. How close he feels to her, how much she's trusting him right now. Relying on him to not take advantage of how vulnerable and out of her element she is. Naturally he's inclined to take advantage of people's vulnerabilities, to turn the tides of situations so that it's in his favor, that he has the most benefit from any given confrontation or interaction...she knows this about him, has seen him be outright horrific—hell, that's how they met! And yet, here she is, below him, laid bare for him, literally opening herself up to him, and trusting that he won't betray that.
It makes his heart thump heavy in his chest, not only arousal fluttering through his system from this. Something deeper, something vulnerable. He's not sure if he'd name it love, that's got such a weight to it, and yet it doesn't feel wrong, even if a little frightening. Instead of thinking on it too hard, he busies himself with the satisfaction of finally pressing fully into her. Resting his face against her neck, breathing a hot and husky breath against her skin as he holds himself there for a moment.
However, once he feels her muscles lose their tension, adjusting to the size of him, he slowly begins. That hand he used to originally help him press into her, he places on her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Meanwhile, he kisses at her neck, intermittently nipping gently at her skin while his hips draw back, before they begin to push forward again. It was well worth the wait, and the groan he huffs against her neck is testament to that. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through him, hot and electric, tingling down his spine to even his finger tips and toes.]
Lu—shit, you...mnn...you feel incredible.
[The words are murmured against her neck between nipping kisses. His voice is soft and nearly voiceless, more breath than words.]
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And Lucina? Definitely one of the top contenders for person who matters the most to him. He wants to do right by her, which will in turn be doing right by him.
Her tenseness, the sounds she makes, and how she grips at his hair and digs in her nails on his back...all of it is just as rewarding as pressing into her. How she tightens around him, every movement and twitch of muscle sends pleasuring throbs through him. Raising pidgeybumps in its warm and tingling wake. Pressing his lips to her cheek and jaw line, he attempts to aid her in relaxing, tries to give her what little comforts he can.
For all there are these physical aspects of what's going on, there's also the emotional one. How close he feels to her, how much she's trusting him right now. Relying on him to not take advantage of how vulnerable and out of her element she is. Naturally he's inclined to take advantage of people's vulnerabilities, to turn the tides of situations so that it's in his favor, that he has the most benefit from any given confrontation or interaction...she knows this about him, has seen him be outright horrific—hell, that's how they met! And yet, here she is, below him, laid bare for him, literally opening herself up to him, and trusting that he won't betray that.
It makes his heart thump heavy in his chest, not only arousal fluttering through his system from this. Something deeper, something vulnerable. He's not sure if he'd name it love, that's got such a weight to it, and yet it doesn't feel wrong, even if a little frightening. Instead of thinking on it too hard, he busies himself with the satisfaction of finally pressing fully into her. Resting his face against her neck, breathing a hot and husky breath against her skin as he holds himself there for a moment.
However, once he feels her muscles lose their tension, adjusting to the size of him, he slowly begins. That hand he used to originally help him press into her, he places on her thigh, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Meanwhile, he kisses at her neck, intermittently nipping gently at her skin while his hips draw back, before they begin to push forward again. It was well worth the wait, and the groan he huffs against her neck is testament to that. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through him, hot and electric, tingling down his spine to even his finger tips and toes.]
Lu—shit, you...mnn...you feel incredible.
[The words are murmured against her neck between nipping kisses. His voice is soft and nearly voiceless, more breath than words.]