( it's a sharp command, demanding, and it brings will right out of his hazy, needy stupor — the insistent curl of her fingers into the front of his worn t-shirt, the ensuing tug, only makes him move a little faster as he gets up off of the couch, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. finally. finally.
the shirt's the first thing to go, all but ripped over his head in haste, wide pupils basically staring at kate the whole while 'cause holy fuck does he want her and this is really, actually fucking happening and he can't even seem to move as fast as he wants to be moving right now. the shoes are next to go, kicked off in the direction of who-fucking-knows-where, considering it's his first night in this apartment and he's barely spent any considerable amount of time here yet. which ... if will's lucky, he might get the opportunity to sooner than he thinks.
will's definitely lucky. definitely. his jeans, undone, hang low on his waist as he can't help but take the step between them, hands grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against him, stealing another needy kiss 'cause fuck it, he can. his jeans pool around his ankles as his hips flex, just stretched black boxer briefs pressed against her now. now that they're standing, he really realizes how much taller he is than her — the way he has to lean to kiss her — but kate carries herself, carries this situation they've found themselves in, like a person twice his size.
fuck, he's so hopelessly weak for someone who knows exactly what they want and gets it. even though he thinks he knows the answer already, will can't help but murmur against her lips, ) Are you gonna ride me? ( maybe if he ever shuts up and lays the fuck back down. )
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the shirt's the first thing to go, all but ripped over his head in haste, wide pupils basically staring at kate the whole while 'cause holy fuck does he want her and this is really, actually fucking happening and he can't even seem to move as fast as he wants to be moving right now. the shoes are next to go, kicked off in the direction of who-fucking-knows-where, considering it's his first night in this apartment and he's barely spent any considerable amount of time here yet. which ... if will's lucky, he might get the opportunity to sooner than he thinks.
will's definitely lucky. definitely. his jeans, undone, hang low on his waist as he can't help but take the step between them, hands grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against him, stealing another needy kiss 'cause fuck it, he can. his jeans pool around his ankles as his hips flex, just stretched black boxer briefs pressed against her now. now that they're standing, he really realizes how much taller he is than her — the way he has to lean to kiss her — but kate carries herself, carries this situation they've found themselves in, like a person twice his size.
fuck, he's so hopelessly weak for someone who knows exactly what they want and gets it. even though he thinks he knows the answer already, will can't help but murmur against her lips, ) Are you gonna ride me? ( maybe if he ever shuts up and lays the fuck back down. )