[ Humming with delight, her hips begin to squirm over his just slighted, her breath heated. As for her hands, they massage over the swell of his defined chest, through his clothing - up to his shoulders to firmly knead at them while she swathes her tongue over the afflicted skin, moving up to leave another. ]
[ William shuts his eyes and swallows hard. This being his first ever make out session, he's getting hot rather quickly. Grell certainly knows what she's doing with her tongue and hands.
Being in his lap, Grell should begin to feel just how much he's enjoying her attention! ]
[ Due to her squirming, she especially can! It's quite satisfying to know that she can please him in such a way, and it only arouses her further, in turn. In fact, her breath flutters when she manages to move just right and feel his erection against her own. ]
Mn... [ Pausing to rest her forehead against William's neck, the lady licks her lips. ] If only...
[ Though he's fairly certain he knows the answer. Still, he raises hip hips a few times, continuing that friction between their erections. It's not something he ever envisioned himself enjoying, but there's no sense denying it now. ]
[ Just as he thought. Though, knowing doesn't stop the awkward clearing of his throat when they part from their kiss. He stills her rolling hips with a tight grip, hoping the pink tinge to his cheeks doesn't show in the moonlight. ]
We are not having sex-- this is the first time we've even kissed.
[ Where older William would be able to hold himself together until he was finished with Grell, young William isn't doing quite as well. Doesn't help that this is all firsts for him.
Erection twitching beneath the thin fabric of his trousers, he closes his eyes, attempting to focus. ]
[ Though her tone is teasing, there may be a hint of concern to her eye! She even pets her thumbs over the back of his palms, hips still for the time being - though she can very much feel his body's demands, the way their fronts are still pressed together. ]
[ Oh, that actually makes Grell's expression soften a bit! Sure, she's made out with a few guys , just to experiment and mess around, but nothing serious... and then, there was Angelina, of course, but she believes that's different, for some very notable reasons. Really, she isn't into talking about other people while being intimate with someone she likes this much, though, so she won't say so.
Also, the degree of William's honesty always manages to impress her. Most boys would be embarrassed to say that they're inexperienced, but not him! But she won't say that, either.
Instead, she leans in to kiss him once more, then nuzzling close whilst she speaks. ]
We're thinking too much. Why don't we just-- do what comes most natural to us, mn?
[ She chuckles once more with a playfully whiny, noooo! ]
What we want doesn't always align with logic, darling. [ Her teeth presses into her lip with a grin. ] Your heart has finally found its voice, is all. Don't ever silence it♥
I think you would quickly miss that reserved and stubborn side of me. You said yourself that you loved it.
[ But he can't deny that this all feels refreshing and...right. He finally moves his hands again, sliding them up and around her back. She's pulled tightly against him and a hard kiss is pressed against her lips. ]
[ A tilt of his head and the kiss deepens. He even dares to open his mouth, tongue darting across Grell's lips. Hands continue to roam, exploring her back and even playing with the ends of her medium length hair. Taking this next step somehow helps to calm the anxiousness that had been building inside him. ]
[ With a purr of a hum, Grell allows her lips to part, meeting his tongue with her own. A little tease, at first - just a little lap, as though to encourage him onward. It's quite the deviation from her typically forward demeanour, but she rather likes the aggressive approach he takes... perhaps she can encourage it! ]
[ He slides his tongue against her's, exploring her mouth briefly before ending the kiss. A second one quickly follows, this one deeper and more passionate. The next is followed by a tight grip to her rear, once more. Apparently, they've paused in their frotting long enough, as he's forcing her to grind against him at a quickening pace.
Something about this aggressiveness and her submitting to it is starting to appeal to him more than it ever had on the Quidditch field. ]
[ For once, Grell can't seem to focus on anything but being in the moment-- that is to say, William has overwhelmed her senses, earned her full and undivided attention.
Breath quivering, she moans against his lips without restraint, mumbling his name incoherently between their kisses. And, of course, she'll roll her hips in time with the force of his hands, fearful that he may stop at any moment - as though (what remains of_ her sanity might depend on it. ]
[ Unfortunately, though his hands keep their pace, his kisses halt. He takes a steadying breath as he rests his head in the crook of Grell's neck. As before, he's reaching the peak of his self control far quicker than he'd like. ]
[ With something of a whimper, Grell parts her lips to protest-- and yet, having his head cradled against her so intimately may have just softened her head a bit! Instead, she threads her fingers into his hair, nuzzling her face against the top of his head. ]
[ For just a moment, she's silent-- teeth sinking into her lip as she bites back a moan, forcing herself to think properly! But just for a moment. ]
Mmn-might I touch you? [ She even sounds a bit embarrassed to be so formal about it. Really, who asks that?! ] Your cock. [ As if that's aby better, but it's more feasibly in the realm of Grellisms. ]
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Being in his lap, Grell should begin to feel just how much he's enjoying her attention! ]
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Mn... [ Pausing to rest her forehead against William's neck, the lady licks her lips. ] If only...
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[ Though he's fairly certain he knows the answer. Still, he raises hip hips a few times, continuing that friction between their erections. It's not something he ever envisioned himself enjoying, but there's no sense denying it now. ]
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If only I could have you take me right here.
[ Sitting herself upright, she wraps her arms around his shoulders once more, taking his lips in a long, lingering kiss. ]
But that's not proper for a first time, now, is it? [ She near whispers, rolling her hips over his. ]
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We are not having sex-- this is the first time we've even kissed.
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That's precisely what I said, you stubborn boy.
[ Those sharp little teeth of hers drag over her smiling lip. ]
I love that about you♥...
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I am not being stubborn. I'm stating my own opinion on the matter. It's a wonder we agree on something.
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Mn. Not here, like this... Doesn't mean that my body craves you any less~.
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[ Where older William would be able to hold himself together until he was finished with Grell, young William isn't doing quite as well. Doesn't help that this is all firsts for him.
Erection twitching beneath the thin fabric of his trousers, he closes his eyes, attempting to focus. ]
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[ Though her tone is teasing, there may be a hint of concern to her eye! She even pets her thumbs over the back of his palms, hips still for the time being - though she can very much feel his body's demands, the way their fronts are still pressed together. ]
Do you not like it?
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[ He opens his eyes again, making contact with her own. ]
Just a bit confused, is all. This is the most intimate I've been with someone.
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Also, the degree of William's honesty always manages to impress her. Most boys would be embarrassed to say that they're inexperienced, but not him! But she won't say that, either.
Instead, she leans in to kiss him once more, then nuzzling close whilst she speaks. ]
We're thinking too much. Why don't we just-- do what comes most natural to us, mn?
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[ Though, he's not doing so, despite how serious his tone is. ]
Lately, you've been getting me to do a lot of things I never would have. You better not have slipped me another potion.
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What we want doesn't always align with logic, darling. [ Her teeth presses into her lip with a grin. ] Your heart has finally found its voice, is all. Don't ever silence it♥
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[ But he can't deny that this all feels refreshing and...right. He finally moves his hands again, sliding them up and around her back. She's pulled tightly against him and a hard kiss is pressed against her lips. ]
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Even if she could rebuttal, she's effectively distracted from the subject entirely! ]
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Something about this aggressiveness and her submitting to it is starting to appeal to him more than it ever had on the Quidditch field. ]
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Breath quivering, she moans against his lips without restraint, mumbling his name incoherently between their kisses. And, of course, she'll roll her hips in time with the force of his hands, fearful that he may stop at any moment - as though (what remains of_ her sanity might depend on it. ]
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W-Will♥... Are you-- nn-- going to come for me?
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[ He sounds exceptionally frustrated as his fingers squeeze tighter at Grell's hips. ]
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Mmn-might I touch you? [ She even sounds a bit embarrassed to be so formal about it. Really, who asks that?! ] Your cock. [ As if that's aby better, but it's more feasibly in the realm of Grellisms. ]
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