In the past his hookups have been either 1. furtive or 2. driven, neither situation granting him the desire to slow things down at all. Someone he'd slept with once called him "bossy" and he'd almost walked out right then.
(They might've been right).
That tension he usually carries with him is absent here now that Rey's joined them. He knows she wouldn't want to be coddled or treated like she's fragile, but he's still going to draw back, take it slower. There's something enjoyable in taking the time. Henry's pressed in closer as well, kissing along Rey's neck; Arthur's hands connect with his when he slides them back down. He follows the strong line of his wrist and up the inside of his arm with the tips of his fingers, feeling the flicker of his pulse. Arthur drops his other hand, traces Rey's inner thigh as he kisses her, purposely skirts away where the vee of her legs meet– just a tease. ]
[ This is honestly a big step up for Henry, even if he exudes a sort of calm confidence, like he'd done this all before. He was experimental, adventurous, sure, but there was always a constant: Sylvia. His ex definitely introduced him to a much more stimulating world, and perhaps it's her influence as well that allowed him to be in a situation like this at all.
With the remaining waves of tension dissipating, Henry can sense all of their bodies relaxing into place, getting comfortable with each other and the space they occupy. Rey shifts slightly in her seat when Arthur's hand dips beneath the water, and the way she reaches for him only encourages him to scoot forward. Pulling her into his lap, he sighs when their heated skin press flush against one another. His fingers brush against Arthur's as they both tease around her hips and continues to kiss at her neck.
He watches through heavy-lidded eyes, just relishing this heated exchange for a moment. ]
[She's so sure that Arthur's hand is going to end up where she wants it that when it doesn't, when his fingers come so close to touching her and then slip right back down her thigh ineffectually, she comes very close to growling at him and demanding he fix the mistake he's made.
But then there's Henry, hands on her waist and putting her in his lap, and he distracts her with something new before her patience can wear thin. When he sighs like that she pulls away from Arthur, turns her head to catch Henry's lips when he tries to go on kissing along her neck. It should feel taboo, she thinks, to switch between them so easily, but she's too lost in how good it feels to be wanted to get too worked up by what's right and what's crossing a line.]
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In the past his hookups have been either 1. furtive or 2. driven, neither situation granting him the desire to slow things down at all. Someone he'd slept with once called him "bossy" and he'd almost walked out right then.
(They might've been right).
That tension he usually carries with him is absent here now that Rey's joined them. He knows she wouldn't want to be coddled or treated like she's fragile, but he's still going to draw back, take it slower. There's something enjoyable in taking the time. Henry's pressed in closer as well, kissing along Rey's neck; Arthur's hands connect with his when he slides them back down. He follows the strong line of his wrist and up the inside of his arm with the tips of his fingers, feeling the flicker of his pulse. Arthur drops his other hand, traces Rey's inner thigh as he kisses her, purposely skirts away where the vee of her legs meet– just a tease. ]
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With the remaining waves of tension dissipating, Henry can sense all of their bodies relaxing into place, getting comfortable with each other and the space they occupy. Rey shifts slightly in her seat when Arthur's hand dips beneath the water, and the way she reaches for him only encourages him to scoot forward. Pulling her into his lap, he sighs when their heated skin press flush against one another. His fingers brush against Arthur's as they both tease around her hips and continues to kiss at her neck.
He watches through heavy-lidded eyes, just relishing this heated exchange for a moment. ]
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But then there's Henry, hands on her waist and putting her in his lap, and he distracts her with something new before her patience can wear thin. When he sighs like that she pulls away from Arthur, turns her head to catch Henry's lips when he tries to go on kissing along her neck. It should feel taboo, she thinks, to switch between them so easily, but she's too lost in how good it feels to be wanted to get too worked up by what's right and what's crossing a line.]