[She's so open and receptive, probably overwhelmed to the point where she doesn't even realize how public this is - or she just doesn't give a damn about being this vocal where someone walking their fucking dog could hear - and either option is hot as hell. It's what he thought he saw in her early on, the challenge that never waned, and without her mutation it's all come pouring back. Imagine her being more his type as a human. That'll shake up some things in his head when he can think clearly about anything other than getting inside her asap.
Now that she's looser around his fingers and obviously not feeling any discomfort from his actions - quite the opposite, actually - he problem solves with the lightning speed of a boy about to get some and nudges her hips up so that he can lay his shirt out under her rear before removing the panties completely. It's a t-shirt, it can be replaced, and walking home from the beach topless with his hair a disaster will be a walk of every single one of you wishes you were me, not a walk of shame. There. No sand in her asscrack.]
Relax. [He's got his mouth up against her ear again, one hand just over her shoulder to prop himself up while the other guides him in.] Don't clench up. Stay relaxed. It's only gonna hurt if you make it. [And then his words just dissolve into a helpless moan as he starts to push inside, because she's still so fucking tight, and this is Rogue. The meaning of that can't even be dissected, it's an onion with endless layers, and it makes him throb inside her.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:52 pm (UTC)Now that she's looser around his fingers and obviously not feeling any discomfort from his actions - quite the opposite, actually - he problem solves with the lightning speed of a boy about to get some and nudges her hips up so that he can lay his shirt out under her rear before removing the panties completely. It's a t-shirt, it can be replaced, and walking home from the beach topless with his hair a disaster will be a walk of every single one of you wishes you were me, not a walk of shame. There. No sand in her asscrack.]
Relax. [He's got his mouth up against her ear again, one hand just over her shoulder to prop himself up while the other guides him in.] Don't clench up. Stay relaxed. It's only gonna hurt if you make it. [And then his words just dissolve into a helpless moan as he starts to push inside, because she's still so fucking tight, and this is Rogue. The meaning of that can't even be dissected, it's an onion with endless layers, and it makes him throb inside her.]