[Well, if he cares about his bedsheets, it doesn't seem to be something he's putting any energy into right at this current second - All of his energy, all of his focus, all of it is going toward ramming his hips against hers as if he's going to die if he stops. Already, his eyebrows are pinched and his mouth hangs open, even leaning forward more to settle his elbows against the bedding while he fucks her as hard as he can.
He's probably got more thoughts, of course, but he's... a little distracted, now. Too much to talk. For obvious reasons.]
[She can definitely fill the silence! Mostly with his name. She does her best to roll her hips into each motion to take him just that fraction deeper, audibly soaked around him.]
[A low, shuddering hum as his hips meet hers again and again; he can feel her exoskeleton press and poke against his skin with every single thrust, and while in some ways, it hurts... it's also, perhaps, the most pleasurable hurt he's ever felt. Which is saying a lot for someone who doesn't usually get any pleasure at all from that kinda thing.]
Keep - nngh... keep - saying my name. I want to... hear your mandibles clicking...
[Normal things to say in bed normally, like a normal person.]
[Oh, she's taking to his request with gusto and he couldn't be any happier to hear it - So much so, in fact, that he's actually going to pause for just a second... purely so he can sit up, wrap his arms under her knees, and actually fold her in half before he continues, getting her in a good and proper press as he tucks his face in against her neck.
Making sure each and every stroke inside of her is as deep as he can manage it.]
Keep going - keep talking, moan for me - I want to hear you moan my name like that, itself, is pleasure...!
[He doesn't really need to tell her, she's moaning plenty just from having him fuck her so hard and so deep. Her claws tear into the sheets and she won't notice until much later.]
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All of his energy, all of his focus, all of it is going toward ramming his hips against hers as if he's going to die if he stops.
Already, his eyebrows are pinched and his mouth hangs open, even leaning forward more to settle his elbows against the bedding while he fucks her as hard as he can.
He's probably got more thoughts, of course, but he's... a little distracted, now. Too much to talk.
For obvious reasons.]
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[She can definitely fill the silence! Mostly with his name. She does her best to roll her hips into each motion to take him just that fraction deeper, audibly soaked around him.]
This was - such a good idea-
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[A low, shuddering hum as his hips meet hers again and again; he can feel her exoskeleton press and poke against his skin with every single thrust, and while in some ways, it hurts... it's also, perhaps, the most pleasurable hurt he's ever felt.
Which is saying a lot for someone who doesn't usually get any pleasure at all from that kinda thing.]
Keep - nngh... keep - saying my name. I want to... hear your mandibles clicking...
[Normal things to say in bed normally, like a normal person.]
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Fuck me, Louis, you feel so good, harder, I can take it, wreck me, Louis-
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So much so, in fact, that he's actually going to pause for just a second... purely so he can sit up, wrap his arms under her knees, and actually fold her in half before he continues, getting her in a good and proper press as he tucks his face in against her neck.
Making sure each and every stroke inside of her is as deep as he can manage it.]
Keep going - keep talking, moan for me -
I want to hear you moan my name like that, itself, is pleasure...!
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[He doesn't really need to tell her, she's moaning plenty just from having him fuck her so hard and so deep. Her claws tear into the sheets and she won't notice until much later.]
So good, don't hold back, ravage me-