[He breathes a laugh, and it floats flirtatiously upwards.]
I missed this too.
[This is the most blessedly ordinary thing to have happened to him since arriving at the castle. This is the closest he has come to being home. (But he shouldn't settle into such thoughts, because giving too much weight to this one night might cause it to buckle beneath them.)
As their passion burns hotter, their bodies so brittle and susceptible after the long drought, Connor makes a deliberate show of his pleasure. It is for his own relief as much as for tossing kindling to the flames that he reaches down to stroke himself again. A tug or two is not enough, so he falls into the sure and steady rhythm of Oliver's hips. For every thrust, he rewards him with a sultry moan that pops and crackles from his lips.]
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I missed this too.
[This is the most blessedly ordinary thing to have happened to him since arriving at the castle. This is the closest he has come to being home. (But he shouldn't settle into such thoughts, because giving too much weight to this one night might cause it to buckle beneath them.)
As their passion burns hotter, their bodies so brittle and susceptible after the long drought, Connor makes a deliberate show of his pleasure. It is for his own relief as much as for tossing kindling to the flames that he reaches down to stroke himself again. A tug or two is not enough, so he falls into the sure and steady rhythm of Oliver's hips. For every thrust, he rewards him with a sultry moan that pops and crackles from his lips.]