[ He's moving out of her, after minutes of being blessedly inside of the low-heat pleasure of their deliberate, slow lovemaking. He's moving out of her as Yancy cries and Mako doesn't know whether to be distressed or disappointed; she makes a soft whine of disappointment, of need denied, but their son needs them.
Mako's slick and wet and aching and horny; she hadn't had the pleasure of having his cock deep inside her for so long, and up until now, tonight had been perfect -- her hand slipping from his chest, she nudges at him. He's not hungry, he'd only just fed a couple of hours ago, and Mako shifts onto the sheets, frustration simmering off her because it's the seventh time they've been interrupted and Mako loves her son but still.
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Mako's slick and wet and aching and horny; she hadn't had the pleasure of having his cock deep inside her for so long, and up until now, tonight had been perfect -- her hand slipping from his chest, she nudges at him. He's not hungry, he'd only just fed a couple of hours ago, and Mako shifts onto the sheets, frustration simmering off her because it's the seventh time they've been interrupted and Mako loves her son but still.
Still.
She sighs. ] Go.