[Shit. Fuck, she only has herself to blame, but she really wasn't expecting that, not those words, she -- Her legs tighten around him and she wraps her arms entirely around his shoulders, clinging, and it isn't possessiveness this time. She doesn't know what to call it. But she knows she feels needy. Her senses are narrowing.] Oh my god. Oh my god -- [She scrambles, trying to urge his head up so she can kiss him, hard and messy and desperate.
Riley is partially distracted from Ferran, listening to what Deacon's telling Zetta, even if he feels like he's eavesdropping as he does it. But his eyes are falling shut the faster Ferran's hand moves, and his head drops back. All of this means that he isn't paying attention, doesn't notice Ferran prepping himself, and it isn't until Ferran is moving to take him in that it hits him what he's trying to do.]
F-Ferr -- F -- Oh, god, [he's so tight and it takes Riley a moment to screw his eyes shut against how fantastic it feels. But then his hands are tightening on Ferran's hips to try to hold him where he is, trying to stop him from taking him all the way in. His next words, the important ones, are breathless.] Ferran, you're going to hurt yourself.
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Riley is partially distracted from Ferran, listening to what Deacon's telling Zetta, even if he feels like he's eavesdropping as he does it. But his eyes are falling shut the faster Ferran's hand moves, and his head drops back. All of this means that he isn't paying attention, doesn't notice Ferran prepping himself, and it isn't until Ferran is moving to take him in that it hits him what he's trying to do.]
F-Ferr -- F -- Oh, god, [he's so tight and it takes Riley a moment to screw his eyes shut against how fantastic it feels. But then his hands are tightening on Ferran's hips to try to hold him where he is, trying to stop him from taking him all the way in. His next words, the important ones, are breathless.] Ferran, you're going to hurt yourself.