[Ori is utterly bewitching like this, pinned against the wall and not holding anything back. Every moan, every filthy noise, every loving word that escapes her causes the coil of tension building inside of him to build higher and hotter, and fuck he can't get enough of her.
The way she tightens around him when she hits her peak is exquisite, the sounds of ecstasy filling his ears and flowers blooming all around them. He groans deeply from the entirety of it, his head practically spinning, and after a few more hard and pointed thrusts he joins her in release and spills into her.
The flowers briefly burst into harmless flames before they return to their original form, unscorched.
He slows and stops, burying his head in the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and humming softly. His hold on her tightens with affection and to make sure she remains steady. He's got her, no matter the circumstances.
For now, he says nothing. He needs to catch his breath, and figures his actions speak more clearly than any words he might be able to produce in the post-coital haze.]
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The way she tightens around him when she hits her peak is exquisite, the sounds of ecstasy filling his ears and flowers blooming all around them. He groans deeply from the entirety of it, his head practically spinning, and after a few more hard and pointed thrusts he joins her in release and spills into her.
The flowers briefly burst into harmless flames before they return to their original form, unscorched.
He slows and stops, burying his head in the curve where her shoulder meets her neck and humming softly. His hold on her tightens with affection and to make sure she remains steady. He's got her, no matter the circumstances.
For now, he says nothing. He needs to catch his breath, and figures his actions speak more clearly than any words he might be able to produce in the post-coital haze.]