You're the one who keeps saying what I say or do doesn't matter; make up your mind, which is it? Am I making you act like an ass because what I'm doing makes a difference in how you act or are you just being like this because you have a rod up your ass?
[ pinning his hands doesn't mean he's not still going to try to control it; shifting beneath her and trying to pull his arms loose. there's zero hesitation and it's anything but gentle--he's going at it with the force of a man quite used to getting what he wants ]
[That is not the reaction she thought she was going to get, and her grip on his wrists does loosen, although she's not letting up otherwise. She squirms when he shifts, biting less than gently at his lip.]
[ It's shutting her up, at least, and his head's tilting, tongue pushing past her lips. He's not backing down, still working to free his arms and letting out a low growl ]
[More or less, anyway -- she's making a small pleased noise and unpinning his hands so she can brace her hands against the floor instead, a little off-balance but perfectly happy to shift against him and slide her tongue across to meet his.]
[ sliding one hand up to clutch at her jaw while the other slides down against her waist, fingers curling in her shirt and mouth working a little more feverishly ]
[ making a soft, pleased noise against her mouth as his thumb brushes over the fabric of her bra for a moment, then sliding his hand around her back to unhook it ]
[Letting go long enough to peel her jacket off to make the job easier, not at all willing to pull away but at least coordinated enough to peel it off her arms and try to toss it aside somewhere.]
[ sliding his hands down to her hips and gripping tightly, pulling her close against him as he shifts to get enough leverage to flip her onto her back; dipping his head to drag his mouth down the line of her neck and his hand slipping back up under her shirt ]
[There's a small, slightly startled sound but as soon as she's on her back she arches up against him, tipping her head back and biting down on her own lip to stifle the noise she makes.]
[He gets a breathless gasp in exchange, hips rocking reflexively against him as he moves and fingernails scraping against his sides as she tries to pull the shirt untucked from his pants.]
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[Pinning his hands and leaning down to kiss him, not really giving him a whole lot of room to argue.]
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