[ Ah, there it is. She certainly doesn’t disappoint, does she? He does grunt at the impact, his hand tightening in her hair—there are very few people around who can actually hit him hard enough to elicit a reaction, so he’s not exactly as prepared for her assault as she might imagine him to be.
But he doesn’t look bothered by it at all, and even manages a breathy chuckle as the pain of it jolts through his entire body, awakening ancient pain receptors and opening them up to pleasure.
He wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been on his guard regardless—if she might have sent him through the roof if he hadn’t anticipated the blow. The thought makes him lick his lips.
There are also very few things that can truly stand up to rough play with him. Sure, he’d courted the attentions of titans and sundry other eldritch horrors from time to time, but an honest-to-goodness angel…they’d usually been too boring and stuffy by far.
The fact that she isn’t is, paradoxically, some kind of miracle. ]
But, looks like you’ll have to wring it out of me, Ana.
[ His voice is tight, whether from the pain inflicted in his nethers (they’ll recover) or the sick pleasure he derives from it, even he doesn’t know. ]
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[ Ah, there it is. She certainly doesn’t disappoint, does she? He does grunt at the impact, his hand tightening in her hair—there are very few people around who can actually hit him hard enough to elicit a reaction, so he’s not exactly as prepared for her assault as she might imagine him to be.
But he doesn’t look bothered by it at all, and even manages a breathy chuckle as the pain of it jolts through his entire body, awakening ancient pain receptors and opening them up to pleasure.
He wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been on his guard regardless—if she might have sent him through the roof if he hadn’t anticipated the blow. The thought makes him lick his lips.
There are also very few things that can truly stand up to rough play with him. Sure, he’d courted the attentions of titans and sundry other eldritch horrors from time to time, but an honest-to-goodness angel…they’d usually been too boring and stuffy by far.
The fact that she isn’t is, paradoxically, some kind of miracle. ]
But, looks like you’ll have to wring it out of me, Ana.
[ His voice is tight, whether from the pain inflicted in his nethers (they’ll recover) or the sick pleasure he derives from it, even he doesn’t know. ]