[He groans, hips stuttering back up against hers when she rocks down like that.] You're a jerk.
[He doesn't even resist when she tugs his hands like that, although there's a soft sound of protest. That's where he wants to be. His fingers dig into her waist, settling at her hips instead. She kisses his Weirstone - that's what he's going to believe - and works her mouth over his chest, his breath coming out a little more shallow. It's not quite panting, not yet. But he definitely rocks his hips up against hers, his grip on her holding her in place.]
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[He doesn't even resist when she tugs his hands like that, although there's a soft sound of protest. That's where he wants to be. His fingers dig into her waist, settling at her hips instead. She kisses his Weirstone - that's what he's going to believe - and works her mouth over his chest, his breath coming out a little more shallow. It's not quite panting, not yet. But he definitely rocks his hips up against hers, his grip on her holding her in place.]