[There's a little too much breath in the words to be entirely casual. And her hands are a welcome, and possibly even helpful addition to his own, even as Emet-Selch has to partially sit up a bit, in order to finally manage to push everything down. Some impatient maneuvering later, and finally all the accursed material was gone.
And that brought some light relief in itself, though it's short-lived, the greater need remaining. But before moving over Mira again, the Ascian pauses, looking down at her, at the scene before them. It wasn't hesitation, just a silent consciousness of this moment, in all its transience.
There was a certain melancholy lurking behind that feeling, but Emet-Selch ignores it, moving to let their bodies settle together once more, this time completely free from interference. But simple contact wasn't enough at this point, not nearly, and he nestled between her thighs with a tense shiver, hardness brushing up against her, before maneuvering a hand lower to help guide himself into her body. Tilting his head up to observe Mira's face, the Ascian doesn't pause until he can feel the full length of himself buried within her. And though he seems otherwise quite calm, he's unable to stop the small shudder that runs through him, or the low sigh that escaped with his exhalation.]
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[There's a little too much breath in the words to be entirely casual. And her hands are a welcome, and possibly even helpful addition to his own, even as Emet-Selch has to partially sit up a bit, in order to finally manage to push everything down. Some impatient maneuvering later, and finally all the accursed material was gone.
And that brought some light relief in itself, though it's short-lived, the greater need remaining. But before moving over Mira again, the Ascian pauses, looking down at her, at the scene before them. It wasn't hesitation, just a silent consciousness of this moment, in all its transience.
There was a certain melancholy lurking behind that feeling, but Emet-Selch ignores it, moving to let their bodies settle together once more, this time completely free from interference. But simple contact wasn't enough at this point, not nearly, and he nestled between her thighs with a tense shiver, hardness brushing up against her, before maneuvering a hand lower to help guide himself into her body. Tilting his head up to observe Mira's face, the Ascian doesn't pause until he can feel the full length of himself buried within her. And though he seems otherwise quite calm, he's unable to stop the small shudder that runs through him, or the low sigh that escaped with his exhalation.]