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God-King of the Sun, the King of Kings, the Ki– ([personal profile] fulgency) wrote in [personal profile] beariot 2020-06-26 12:55 am (UTC)

[There isn't a single doubt in Ramesses' mind that Chariot knows what to do. It's more a matter of giving her the space to carry it out than knowledge or even experience in setting the pace. And so, he offers her no particular directions or guidance, letting her hands wander over him freely in whatever direction she desires as they kiss and pressing into each roll of her hips. He gives her only encouragement to do as she pleases, greedily accepting whatever it is she gives. When she breaks the kiss, he watches her through half-lidded eyes as she lowers and presses more of herself against him.]

[He's seen her hungry. He's seen her desperate. He's seen her eager. He's never really seen her in control. Not quite like this where every touch, every press of her body against his was deliberate and not some instinctive response to some pleasure brought upon her. Needing to move his hand out of the way as she presses against him, Ramesses brushes some of the hair that falls into her face aside.]

[He really doesn't know if the hand that begins trailing down his stomach will stop short or not. Not because he anticipates that insecurity will give her cause to pause and rally herself for a moment because that simply isn't the look on her face, it isn't the movement of her hands or body. No, it is because it seemed just as likely that she might tease him as she might be direct. It was whatever she wanted in one moment from the next, and Ramesses was content to concede and surrender to Chariot's whims.]

[As her hand moves beyond his stomach and she squeezes, his breath becomes audible with a sudden, sharp inhale as he arches into her touch.]

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