( her response elicits a groan from him, more exasperated than anything, could practically roll his eyes at her right now if she didn't have him so fucking amped up, if she didn't have him right where she wants him. it's almost silly how easily she gets him wrapped around her finger, but will doesn't give a shit about that.
he does, however, very much give a shit about the slow drag of his zipper, how agonizingly long it's taking, like he's suddenly living in fucking slow motion. kate knows what she's doing, and it's working.
good thing he sucks at listening as much as he sucks at being patient. his hands reach forward again, graze just above her knees and higher as his reach allows. her mouth feels about a million agonizing miles away and he just — needs to touch her. needs the closeness that he so ridiculously, desperately craves, needs to give in to the desire knotting inside of his gut, so often ignored or pushed to the side in favor of apathy and nothingness that it feels like it burns a hundred degrees warmer here and now. ) Fuck — you're driving me crazy —
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he does, however, very much give a shit about the slow drag of his zipper, how agonizingly long it's taking, like he's suddenly living in fucking slow motion. kate knows what she's doing, and it's working.
good thing he sucks at listening as much as he sucks at being patient. his hands reach forward again, graze just above her knees and higher as his reach allows. her mouth feels about a million agonizing miles away and he just — needs to touch her. needs the closeness that he so ridiculously, desperately craves, needs to give in to the desire knotting inside of his gut, so often ignored or pushed to the side in favor of apathy and nothingness that it feels like it burns a hundred degrees warmer here and now. ) Fuck — you're driving me crazy —
( like that much wasn't evident already. )