Hell, yeah. [Jaw going slack at the first cinch of her nails on his skin, he watches her drag and scratch his chest, snagging here and there in their wake, letting out an audible hiss as the flesh underneath contracts, rolls to a tension that pools in his core, makes the muscles in his stomach twitch as he stutteringly expels the air inside. He swallows a knot in his throat, feeling himself twitch under her weight, soaking up the front of his trousers.
Even if Dante loves to indulge a cliché as this is, a fervent reaction such as this makes it even the more worth it. His heartbeat is surging, eyes closing as he wishes he can drink in the sounds she's making as he tears the fabric - a final, more forceful tug snaps the other hem. He smooths his hand over the now naked fold of her hip and thigh, opens heavy-lidded eyes to hers, but not without lingering on her lips, her cheek, first. He grins, tilts his nose to brush against hers, reveling in the look of her.]
Sorry about that, [not apologetically at all, hands already exploring the skin he uncovered without much modesty - was she always this soft?] I'll make it up to you?
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Even if Dante loves to indulge a cliché as this is, a fervent reaction such as this makes it even the more worth it. His heartbeat is surging, eyes closing as he wishes he can drink in the sounds she's making as he tears the fabric - a final, more forceful tug snaps the other hem. He smooths his hand over the now naked fold of her hip and thigh, opens heavy-lidded eyes to hers, but not without lingering on her lips, her cheek, first. He grins, tilts his nose to brush against hers, reveling in the look of her.]
Sorry about that, [not apologetically at all, hands already exploring the skin he uncovered without much modesty - was she always this soft?] I'll make it up to you?