[Each touch is met by a quiet but distinct noise from him; for the kiss, a contented hum as he tries to return it, too brief. For the caress of his chest, an unsteady exhaled breath, eyes closing for a moment as her fingers tease over bare skin and muscle, spots that are sensitive by default but especially to her. For the press of their bodies, heated and heavy and just hard enough that she'll feel his growing arousal through their clothes, he sets free a quiet groan, poorly restrained even though he'd expected it. All of it was good, it's always good, and his heartbeat picks up as instincts kick in and he shifts subtly beneath her, moving in a way that more neatly fits their bodies together, keeping her close.]
I can't decide, [he manages, when he finds his breath again. His body is surely deciding for him, though.] Should we flip a coin?
[Without waiting for whatever quip she might offer in return, his hands slide back downwards, fingers dipping and pinning themselves beneath the fabric of her shorts to cup more of her bare skin, pulling her down to grind teasingly against her. Two can play at this game, and his question had been where to focus on with her, not him. If she'd rather turn it on him then he can respond in kind, and figure out the answer for himself. (He knows, though. She's an easy read, and he loves that about her.)]
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I can't decide, [he manages, when he finds his breath again. His body is surely deciding for him, though.] Should we flip a coin?
[Without waiting for whatever quip she might offer in return, his hands slide back downwards, fingers dipping and pinning themselves beneath the fabric of her shorts to cup more of her bare skin, pulling her down to grind teasingly against her. Two can play at this game, and his question had been where to focus on with her, not him. If she'd rather turn it on him then he can respond in kind, and figure out the answer for himself. (He knows, though. She's an easy read, and he loves that about her.)]