[Ramesses doesn't think there has ever been a time where he has been quite so sensitive to the touch of another. Chariot's hand wraps itself around his length and he's more aware than he perhaps ever has been of the movement of each finger. It's only a modicum of relief though, an appetizer presented to what feels almost like starvation as he can't quite tell if it's her magic, his own arousal, or perhaps both that stirs with her touch. His hips buck, seeking out more even as he knows that will not bring about relief and he's not really all that invested in finding it right now. No, he wants to see her shine. He won't concede until he really can't take it any longer.]
[And so, Ramesses is able to remain still as she teases them both. Barely so, but he makes certain to yield to her in that way. Not that Chariot helps particularly in that way. Every time he can feel her move the head of his cock close to her entrance, he can feel that pull of instinct to move, to bury himself within her, grow stronger. A whine escapes him when that instinct seems likely to win out as she denies them both once more.]
[But it isn't given a chance to win. His grip on her thigh tightens when she does finally, blessedly, begins to lower herself onto him. It's as much an expression of his restraint as it is to discourage her from any immediate cruelty of withdrawing from him so soon. She has touched him directly so little so far, and Ramesses is eager for the feel of her wet heat enveloping him. He groans as she takes him inside and while there is a small amount of impatience, he cannot even begin to focus or dwell upon that when there is such relief in feeling her around him, in hearing that stuttered gasp that's of her own doing in the end rather than his.]
[This time when he props himself up on an elbow and attempts to sit back up, he's not looking to reverse their positions. He only wants to be closer to her, to feel more of her against him. He knows that his relief will not last. Even as she might take her pleasure to orgasm, she won't allow him to join until he begs for it. So, he will take what he can, as much as he is allowed for now.]
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[And so, Ramesses is able to remain still as she teases them both. Barely so, but he makes certain to yield to her in that way. Not that Chariot helps particularly in that way. Every time he can feel her move the head of his cock close to her entrance, he can feel that pull of instinct to move, to bury himself within her, grow stronger. A whine escapes him when that instinct seems likely to win out as she denies them both once more.]
[But it isn't given a chance to win. His grip on her thigh tightens when she does finally, blessedly, begins to lower herself onto him. It's as much an expression of his restraint as it is to discourage her from any immediate cruelty of withdrawing from him so soon. She has touched him directly so little so far, and Ramesses is eager for the feel of her wet heat enveloping him. He groans as she takes him inside and while there is a small amount of impatience, he cannot even begin to focus or dwell upon that when there is such relief in feeling her around him, in hearing that stuttered gasp that's of her own doing in the end rather than his.]
[This time when he props himself up on an elbow and attempts to sit back up, he's not looking to reverse their positions. He only wants to be closer to her, to feel more of her against him. He knows that his relief will not last. Even as she might take her pleasure to orgasm, she won't allow him to join until he begs for it. So, he will take what he can, as much as he is allowed for now.]