Achromatopsia

“More comfortable, yes...” He murmured before shifting to place a trail of kisses along her neck and jawline, his hands starting to gently tease along her body again, though he was careful to avoid any ticklish spots.

His muscles tensed at the feel of her hand sliding up under the hem of his shirt, the heat from her skin warming him in the best of ways, and he groaned as the heat began creeping throughout the rest of his body.

He pulled back from the kiss after a moment, his eyes wide as he took in the slightly-swollen state of her lips.

He growled that time as she ground down against him again, his eyes opening to focus on hers and he couldn’t help but notice the little glowing quality of her hair that he could sometimes see. He never understood how it happened, but he also never complained.

He couldn’t help the little whimpering moan that spilled from deep in his chest as she ground down against him, his hands tightening their grip a bit where they rested on her hips.

He knew he likely wasn’t going to last all that long tonight, but he was going to make sure that she was well-pleased before he got to that point himself.

He groaned softly as she returned the kiss, his hand sliding down her side to her hip so he could pull her up against him a bit more, giving him the opportunity to press his still-fabric-covered erection more fully against her.

Soon enough, his hand slid around to cup her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze before he suddenly pulled back, tugging her with him as he moved until she was seated straddling his lap.