[perfect. they're so eager it would be embarrassing, maybe with someone else who preferred reserve and machismo and an elegant swoop of an eyebrow timed to a smooth, throaty moan, not to loud, not too low. but rosie seems to be pretty inclusive in her interpretation of what a man-- or a queer should be, and so, they let it quicken them, the desire to put their cock against her. to roll their hips, slicking the blunt head of it in, to feel the way her body furrows and clenches wet around her, suckling, almost pulling—
and they make a stupid face, probably. a pop-eyed wow then a scrunch of pleasure, tugging back a moment, thrusting again, knowing that a bob of friction will open her wider to the intrusion finding its way in.
they wind up smiling damply across her mouth, a saliva-shiny grin. a roll of their freckled shoulder, and they hike her knee higher, skimming her calf over the angle of their back.]
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and they make a stupid face, probably. a pop-eyed wow then a scrunch of pleasure, tugging back a moment, thrusting again, knowing that a bob of friction will open her wider to the intrusion finding its way in.
they wind up smiling damply across her mouth, a saliva-shiny grin. a roll of their freckled shoulder, and they hike her knee higher, skimming her calf over the angle of their back.]