[ Muscles twitch beneath the scrape of blunt fingernails, and the sound Rey makes is practically indecent. Soft and needy and full of that same longing he'd brushed against the first time they met, only magnified now a thousand fold.
They've settled into a clumsy, imperfect rhythm; rutting against each other through sweat-soaked fabric. Hungry, impatient.
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They've settled into a clumsy, imperfect rhythm; rutting against each other through sweat-soaked fabric. Hungry, impatient.
Unsatisfying. ]