[ His lip yield to the pull of her teeth, sighing in appreciation over the sensation of her nails raking over his chest. The touch elicits sparks that dance along the join, fed by a spike in his chakra levels -- a natural response to the adrenaline starting to make his head spin. Through the fog of his lust, he throws caution to the wind and lets his hands explore, skimming over scars both old and new. His fingers find their way to her breasts, filling his palms as he squeezes and brushes the pads of his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. His pants are loose, loose enough that his cock can stand, fully erect against the cloth. His thighs tighten against the pain thrumming through his lower abdomen, spreading knotted pleasure through his lower body.
She's still cold. Her breasts are wet against his calloused palms, but only his left hand carries enough heat to begin warming her skin. His right is as cool as her own skin, despite being completely dry. He lowers down against her to press their bodies flush together as he fits his hips between her thighs. ]
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She's still cold. Her breasts are wet against his calloused palms, but only his left hand carries enough heat to begin warming her skin. His right is as cool as her own skin, despite being completely dry. He lowers down against her to press their bodies flush together as he fits his hips between her thighs. ]