[ What comes later doesn't even matter in this moment between them, despite it approaching quicker and quicker with every thrust he makes into her. The so-called consequences of this moment of theirs... can there really be any? They're both adults, both free of any sort of relationship, but Luna... whether or not she harbors lingering feelings for the young king is... something he's not so sure about, something he might simply be a replacement for in the physical sense. Regardless, she's here. Pressed flush against him and the wall. Moving as he does. Feeling what he does. Letting everything out for the first time in a long time.
He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.
Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]
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He feels her hand to his cheek and it's enough to lazily have his eyes open. It's difficult to see in the darkness of the cabin, the flickering of their lanterns not giving much in the way of light, but he doesn't need to see her. He can feel her all around him in a way he never has before and, in a lot of ways, it's more close and real to him than if he were able to see her with his eyes.
Teeth drag along her lower lip, groaning as eyes fall shut and he feels the way she pushes against him. He's far too gone to try and resist this, resist her, and so he holds tight to her, arms wrapping around her back, his breathing mixed with her own and head spinning in the heat of having her coming undone against him like this... and he joins her. A strangled groan leaving his lips as his face buries against the crook of her neck and he spills inside so warmly with everything he has. Too late to pull out, part of him not wanting to. But he holds her close with fingers digging into her flushed skin, keeping her there against the wall. A mess in so many ways within the darkness of the cabin. ]