[ what can he say? he's not much of a talker when left unprompted but in this case, he wants to get the wheels turning in her head. he wants her to fantasize and have visuals about them, but he also wants her to have a good time. that's vital to him which is why he's mirroring her smirk when Caroline leans into him, showing him that she is. he doesn't even get as far as affirming yes ma'am because honestly, her demands are driving him. bossiness in a sexual sense is highly captivating for him and he wants more; he wants to explore her, wants to know what's going to make her say more, what's going to make her cry out in pleasure and what's going to make her dissolve into mindless passion.
Dyson kisses Caroline without the same gentleness as before because he isn't in the same manner of control; there's passion, yes, but also a little possessiveness that he hopes won't rub off on either of them in the morning. but he can't be bothered to worry about it now, when he's chasing the taste of her and surrounded by her scent — intoxicated by it actually. any other time with less raw energy rushing between them like this, he might kiss her all night. slow and infuriating until they're both ready to lose their minds. he doesn't have the patience right now, only impulses. he drags his mouth away from hers to lean down and plants kisses against the side of her neck. one, two, three. he's trying to find her sweet spots, trying to see if the beard's a deal breaker for her or just the right kind of sensation coupled with his lips that might make her shiver. that, and he's pushing his hands back up her sides to her shoulders in an attempt to get her out of that jacket.
she's fashionable but she's going to look better naked. ]
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Dyson kisses Caroline without the same gentleness as before because he isn't in the same manner of control; there's passion, yes, but also a little possessiveness that he hopes won't rub off on either of them in the morning. but he can't be bothered to worry about it now, when he's chasing the taste of her and surrounded by her scent — intoxicated by it actually. any other time with less raw energy rushing between them like this, he might kiss her all night. slow and infuriating until they're both ready to lose their minds. he doesn't have the patience right now, only impulses. he drags his mouth away from hers to lean down and plants kisses against the side of her neck. one, two, three. he's trying to find her sweet spots, trying to see if the beard's a deal breaker for her or just the right kind of sensation coupled with his lips that might make her shiver. that, and he's pushing his hands back up her sides to her shoulders in an attempt to get her out of that jacket.
she's fashionable but she's going to look better naked. ]