[ Any other circumstance? He'd be asking her what was wrong. Why she was breathing so heavily. If she needed a break. But...a "break" was nowhere on the blond swordsman's mind right now. As emotionally stunted as he'd been in the past, uncertain of how to act when it came to comforting someone before just listening to his heart, Cloud...wasn't entirely oblivious. There's a reason he actively shook his head or talked to himself on the train ride over here. Told himself to snap out of it and to cut those debauched fantasies out. He didn't even know this girl.
Yet as his gaze grows heavy, lips parted as his breath clips, he can't bring himself to look away. His hold on her wrist tightens, until his hand slides further up enough to seek hers. To enlace his fingers between the girl's as he can feel his control slipping. Rather...there really was no going back for him. He's forgotten where they were, locations be damned. She'd mentioned apartments near by, and the only thing he can think of was everything he just wanted to do.
But that implied they'd even make it there before his Daishoku drive compels him to just keep her here. Against this tree. In his arms. Bent over to hold onto the base of his Buster Sword. Cloud's hyperaware, too. How the roll of his hips presses her more flush against the tree as her back arches, giving him even more to look at as the straps of her dress press into the tops of her breasts.
"Cloud..." ]
Y-Yeah...? [ The leg between her thighs, higher as it hikes up the front of her skirt, is so damn close to rubbing up against her, feeling the heat. If he were more directly grinding against her, she'd have been able to feel something poking, rubbing against her as the strain in his pants gets tighter. Harder. Growing and filling out as his breath trembles. And all it took? Was one more word to pull the trigger.
Please.
He didn't know what was proper (nothing about this was). Only that he needed to be closer and that he wasn't clueless as something inside of him snaps. The sword in his right hand falls, the other hand that'd been gripping her wrist? Moving on pure want alone. So fast. It's all moving so fast but her Daishoku heat was making things worse...making him return that same magic as he wasn't planning on moving from this spot until he got what he wanted. Until they both did.
And even then...he wasn't sure if he knew when to stop. Roughly, he wastes no time in pinning her more flush to the bark while his hand desperately moves to the front of his pants. He can't take them off. He'd need to get rid of his armor, pull his suspenders down...so all he can do is feel as he rips the zipper down. Panting like a beast in heat, his other hand grips the underside of her soft, exposed thigh, fingers sinking into her flesh as he hoists her leg up until she's lazily hooked up his side. The action hikes her dress up for him, pressing her partially sideways against the tree for Lumine to brace herself against while he wrestles his own turgid, hot length out for her to see and feel.
He hasn't lined himself up yet, still needing to either get her panties off? Or pushed to the side if he wasn't in the mood to wait. But as he looks down at her in his possessive grip, his cock already glistening with precum from being pent-up so long as he rolls up against her again, tapping up against her stomach, throbbing heavily before he adjusts himself, this time beneath her lifted skirt until the broad head was pressing against the thin barrier of her panties. ]
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Yet as his gaze grows heavy, lips parted as his breath clips, he can't bring himself to look away. His hold on her wrist tightens, until his hand slides further up enough to seek hers. To enlace his fingers between the girl's as he can feel his control slipping. Rather...there really was no going back for him. He's forgotten where they were, locations be damned. She'd mentioned apartments near by, and the only thing he can think of was everything he just wanted to do.
But that implied they'd even make it there before his Daishoku drive compels him to just keep her here. Against this tree. In his arms. Bent over to hold onto the base of his Buster Sword. Cloud's hyperaware, too. How the roll of his hips presses her more flush against the tree as her back arches, giving him even more to look at as the straps of her dress press into the tops of her breasts.
"Cloud..." ]
Y-Yeah...? [ The leg between her thighs, higher as it hikes up the front of her skirt, is so damn close to rubbing up against her, feeling the heat. If he were more directly grinding against her, she'd have been able to feel something poking, rubbing against her as the strain in his pants gets tighter. Harder. Growing and filling out as his breath trembles. And all it took? Was one more word to pull the trigger.
Please.
He didn't know what was proper (nothing about this was). Only that he needed to be closer and that he wasn't clueless as something inside of him snaps. The sword in his right hand falls, the other hand that'd been gripping her wrist? Moving on pure want alone. So fast. It's all moving so fast but her Daishoku heat was making things worse...making him return that same magic as he wasn't planning on moving from this spot until he got what he wanted. Until they both did.
And even then...he wasn't sure if he knew when to stop. Roughly, he wastes no time in pinning her more flush to the bark while his hand desperately moves to the front of his pants. He can't take them off. He'd need to get rid of his armor, pull his suspenders down...so all he can do is feel as he rips the zipper down. Panting like a beast in heat, his other hand grips the underside of her soft, exposed thigh, fingers sinking into her flesh as he hoists her leg up until she's lazily hooked up his side. The action hikes her dress up for him, pressing her partially sideways against the tree for Lumine to brace herself against while he wrestles his own turgid, hot length out for her to see and feel.
He hasn't lined himself up yet, still needing to either get her panties off? Or pushed to the side if he wasn't in the mood to wait. But as he looks down at her in his possessive grip, his cock already glistening with precum from being pent-up so long as he rolls up against her again, tapping up against her stomach, throbbing heavily before he adjusts himself, this time beneath her lifted skirt until the broad head was pressing against the thin barrier of her panties. ]