[ luke's breath gets caught up within a tangle in his throat when she rips his shirt in two. it shouldn't surprise him, this daughter of ares, that she's fully capable of breaking a tightly threaded thing apart as if it were wet and weak paper. as if to show her how much he likes it — her actions, not his shirt — he moves his hips unconsciously, but finds it painfully offensive that he's still wearing his thick jeans and isn't able to make her gasp in reply to how hard he already is. ]
[ he moves to push his now ripped in half shirt off his shoulders, settling all his weight onto his elbows, but only gets as far as his biceps before he finds himself distracted. the severity of the shape his mouth forms into a smirk slackens as his eyes seem to dry of all the mirth he'd been feeling. it's unsettling to him — like being smacked in the face with a large, heavy wave — of how hot he finds clarisse in his button-up shirt. with each roll of her hips, he finds his breath catch somewhere in his throat, a butterfly flutters somewhere in his chest and low in his stomach, and he wishes to move his own pelvis in reply, but she's such a heavy force to be reckoned with that he can hardly find the strength to fight back. ]
[ his hands move to her hips before sliding to her back in a bid to help pull himself up. his hands grip the hard muscle of her body for purchase, nails digging in, trying to find the chips within her that he can hold onto. pressing his face to the flesh above her breast, luke's teeth bite lightly at the skin as he mouth opens to suck there. he growls, but finds half of his roar is lost within his throat: ] You're a tease.
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[ he moves to push his now ripped in half shirt off his shoulders, settling all his weight onto his elbows, but only gets as far as his biceps before he finds himself distracted. the severity of the shape his mouth forms into a smirk slackens as his eyes seem to dry of all the mirth he'd been feeling. it's unsettling to him — like being smacked in the face with a large, heavy wave — of how hot he finds clarisse in his button-up shirt. with each roll of her hips, he finds his breath catch somewhere in his throat, a butterfly flutters somewhere in his chest and low in his stomach, and he wishes to move his own pelvis in reply, but she's such a heavy force to be reckoned with that he can hardly find the strength to fight back. ]
[ his hands move to her hips before sliding to her back in a bid to help pull himself up. his hands grip the hard muscle of her body for purchase, nails digging in, trying to find the chips within her that he can hold onto. pressing his face to the flesh above her breast, luke's teeth bite lightly at the skin as he mouth opens to suck there. he growls, but finds half of his roar is lost within his throat: ] You're a tease.