[Armitage’s torso quivers slightly when the other appendages dance over his rib cage, and he welcomes the kiss that becomes the distraction from his imagination running away when he feels her segmented hand close over his cock.
He isn’t entirely soundless when she moves him backward, lips parting around her’s when he finds himself needing to take a breath to relieve how quickly his blood rushes south. He was not used to this sort of treatment, and only the faintest of instinctual response to guide him.
If nothing else, he knows what feels good, and so his hips move encouragingly into the steady pump of her hand. His own hands get much more grabby, weaving in between various sharp limbs to explore the strange planes of her chest and torso.
He feels like he may choke on the additional length of her tongue as it wrestles with his own, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing her back messily, saliva stringing between the mixed textures of their lips.]
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He isn’t entirely soundless when she moves him backward, lips parting around her’s when he finds himself needing to take a breath to relieve how quickly his blood rushes south. He was not used to this sort of treatment, and only the faintest of instinctual response to guide him.
If nothing else, he knows what feels good, and so his hips move encouragingly into the steady pump of her hand. His own hands get much more grabby, weaving in between various sharp limbs to explore the strange planes of her chest and torso.
He feels like he may choke on the additional length of her tongue as it wrestles with his own, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing her back messily, saliva stringing between the mixed textures of their lips.]