[ Another time, another place, and Erik thinks that he might fuck her, that he could press her into the wall or bend her against something and take her - but there's a great leap between bringing someone off with fingers and actually crossing the lines into sex. He barely knows her, which isn't necessarily an issue for him, but he thinks that it might be for her.
He might not even be here for much longer. He doesn't intend to stay, which could explain his recklessness, touching and indulging as he does. Nothing matters much more than destroying the gate again and attempting his escape, but if this is some kind of strange, twisted dream... Indulging is just that.
Slowly, with her consent, he pushes his finger into her and begins to move it slowly, a rock of his hand against her even as he goes. It's a faux fuck, what he might do if he had his cock in her, if he was giving her what he thinks she might be imagining now, but he's not going to go too fast. She'll be tight, it might be sore, and he knows better.
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He might not even be here for much longer. He doesn't intend to stay, which could explain his recklessness, touching and indulging as he does. Nothing matters much more than destroying the gate again and attempting his escape, but if this is some kind of strange, twisted dream... Indulging is just that.
Slowly, with her consent, he pushes his finger into her and begins to move it slowly, a rock of his hand against her even as he goes. It's a faux fuck, what he might do if he had his cock in her, if he was giving her what he thinks she might be imagining now, but he's not going to go too fast. She'll be tight, it might be sore, and he knows better.
Pain has its place, but not right now. ]