[ fuck fuck fuck he's not used to this, not used to getting her emotions and feelings so strongly. Peter's an open book as far as his emotions go, but Maya? She's so utterly calm and collected most of the time that he forgets about their connection unless he's actively searching for it.
So right now, her desire swirling with his, feeding back and amplifying and looping and intensifying as it bounces to and fro -- it's almost too goddamn much, and he fucking groans against her shoulder, almost sobs as he pants for breath, hanging onto her for dear life.
Whenever it passes, or at least lets up enough that he can breathe, he eagerly helps her in the arduous task of removing his pants, which he shucks after a few moments. And, yeah, there needs to be a way, he thinks, that one could just snap his fingers and bam, no clothes.
(Maybe there's some ancient branch of sex magic that lets you do that? Wow, stupid thought, Peter. Go back to the Siren.)
Under normal circumstances, he'd warm her up. Take it slower. But he needs this. Needs her now, and he slips her cock into her, his moan muffled against her skin. ]
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So right now, her desire swirling with his, feeding back and amplifying and looping and intensifying as it bounces to and fro -- it's almost too goddamn much, and he fucking groans against her shoulder, almost sobs as he pants for breath, hanging onto her for dear life.
Whenever it passes, or at least lets up enough that he can breathe, he eagerly helps her in the arduous task of removing his pants, which he shucks after a few moments. And, yeah, there needs to be a way, he thinks, that one could just snap his fingers and bam, no clothes.
(Maybe there's some ancient branch of sex magic that lets you do that? Wow, stupid thought, Peter. Go back to the Siren.)
Under normal circumstances, he'd warm her up. Take it slower. But he needs this. Needs her now, and he slips her cock into her, his moan muffled against her skin. ]