"I really want to see you get off again," she confesses.

He grins. He kisses her some more. "I think that can probably be arranged."

Eee good. Kisses. "Am I going to have to pull away first again?" she teases.

"Mmmm. I really like touching you," he says, running his fingers through her hair.

"Is that a 'yes' or a 'touching you while getting off doesn't cross the line and won't make me fight myself'?"

"It—touches the line. It'd cross it if you helped. But I don't think it'll make me fight myself."

"I won't try to help," she promises, and scoots out of his lap, leaning against his side.

He tucks his arm around her shoulders and kisses her forehead and makes his clothes vanish because he can't be bothered to take them off the normal way.

"I love you," he murmurs.

She snuggles up. "I love you."

He cuddles her and nuzzles her hair and— "you're so pretty, and so soft, I could touch you forever, I want to, I love you, love you, love you, love you—"

"That sounds like such a good plan right now," she sighs. "Loooooove you."

"Mmmmmm you're so lovely and pretty and soft." Nuzzle. "One day I'll take you up to my enormous bed and pin you to it and fuck you for hours and hours..."

"I'm really really looking forward to it!"

"Me too." Nuzzle.

"I think about it at random moments when we're snuggling--what it would be like if you spontaneously decided you were sure then and there--"

"Mmm. Wouldn't that be lovely," he agrees. "I think about it some when you're squirming so beautifully in my lap—that one day I'll be able to hold you like that and then pull you down onto my cock and play with your breasts while I fuck you—one day, one day, I want you in my lap with your back against my chest and my cock in your cunt and my hands on your breasts, I want to hold you close and feel you, so lovely and warm and soft, want you, want you—"

"Oh I want you that sounds so fucking amazing."

"Mmm—love you—want you—"

He comes, shuddering, his arm tightening around her shoulders.

She watches raptly and kisses him passionately once he's done.

Mmmmmmmmmmkiss.

Kiss. Happy sigh. "That was beautiful."

He hugs her and sighs contentedly. "I love you so much. I - it's good for me, I think, to have an unvirtuous reason to be so slow and careful - means even when I'm fighting myself there's - something I can blame that's not you or me, does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." Cuddle.

"And - I'm not exactly proud of this, but spite is a much stronger motivating force than compassion. If I had to trust myself to just not wanting to hurt you, I might slip up. This way, I won't. It's - a good way to pick up the right habits." Nuzzle.

"Makes sense." Kiss.