[ Her voice seems to snap him out of his concentration, and for a precious moment, he sulks, as though being caught in one of his speechless moments of concentration is deeply embarrassing. He doesn't ease up on the rhythm, though, and doesn't attempt to hide his elevated breathing as he reaches for that hand and sucks gently on one of her fingers. ]
'Nice'. That's— [ his breath hitches for a moment, grit down with the back of his teeth. ] —fuck, those are just passing grades.
[ So he shifts and starts angling in a different spot, varying his thrusts to see what gets the best reaction. 'Nice' doesn't cut it with him. ]
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'Nice'. That's— [ his breath hitches for a moment, grit down with the back of his teeth. ] —fuck, those are just passing grades.
[ So he shifts and starts angling in a different spot, varying his thrusts to see what gets the best reaction. 'Nice' doesn't cut it with him. ]