It's perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect, a too-frequently imagined scene brought to life as they heft Catra up on their thigh with Adora's strength, her hands hard and firm and inescapable on Catra's sensitive sides. Catra's legs lock around them immediately with a full shudder of her body; ankles crossing, holding herself tight as her hand spasms in Adora's hair and her hips jerk and liquid heat burns in her core. Her leggings are great for flexibility, less great as a physical barrier, and it's really only her standard-issue underwear that keep her from feeling the full power of Adora's muscles directly against her as she grinds down, allowing an approvingly low moan to drag from her throat as her head knocks back against the metal crate once more.
And Adora's head below her chin, her hard exhales puffing furiously into Catra's rising fur, is perfect too. Just what she'd thought it'd feel like. Catra releases her hard grip on their ponytail to rake her claws through Adora's hair as her tongue licks sparks from her nipple, the tips scraping lightly against her scalp before Catra's fingers curl into the poof of her hair, tugging it loose. Every unrefined and sloppy move of Adora's tongue is joined with a just-barely-enough jerk of Catra's hips, and Catra raises her closed and trembling fist to press against Adora's paused hand on her side, urging it down. She needs more, the white-hot buzz ricocheting through her nerves from her nipple to her clit and burning all the way through her. She wants Adora's hands to chase it, for her fingers to scrape down over her tensed stomach and down the dip of her pelvis, for her to replace her thigh with her palm and stroke through the wetted-down fur between Catra's legs. Wants it so much that her tail flicks and curls around Adora's waist as Catra rolls up higher on her thigh, pressing in closer to her body, the slide of her stomach against Adora's as much desire to be close to her as it is to feel the mussing of her fur and to relieve some of her body's demands to be touched just---all over.
This is before Adora's mouth moves, and Catra gasps as her thighs clench around Adora's, the brush of her lips as she leaves an altogether different sensation to her tongue and feeling all the better for the contrast.
Then a sharp pain lances through her breast, and Catra jerks with a loud cry that is half a yowl and half a high-pitched moan, forcing her weight down onto Adora's thigh hard to blend the pain further in with the spiraling pleasure, shoving her palm against Adora's forehead to force her away and pulling hard on the strands of her fringe in punishment.
She's breathing hard, her pupils blown wide and furious again as she growls at them, teeth bared and every word low and rough with arousal: "What", she yanks their hair again as she snarls, the after-burn of their bite warranting it, "do you think you're doing?"
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And Adora's head below her chin, her hard exhales puffing furiously into Catra's rising fur, is perfect too. Just what she'd thought it'd feel like. Catra releases her hard grip on their ponytail to rake her claws through Adora's hair as her tongue licks sparks from her nipple, the tips scraping lightly against her scalp before Catra's fingers curl into the poof of her hair, tugging it loose. Every unrefined and sloppy move of Adora's tongue is joined with a just-barely-enough jerk of Catra's hips, and Catra raises her closed and trembling fist to press against Adora's paused hand on her side, urging it down. She needs more, the white-hot buzz ricocheting through her nerves from her nipple to her clit and burning all the way through her. She wants Adora's hands to chase it, for her fingers to scrape down over her tensed stomach and down the dip of her pelvis, for her to replace her thigh with her palm and stroke through the wetted-down fur between Catra's legs. Wants it so much that her tail flicks and curls around Adora's waist as Catra rolls up higher on her thigh, pressing in closer to her body, the slide of her stomach against Adora's as much desire to be close to her as it is to feel the mussing of her fur and to relieve some of her body's demands to be touched just---all over.
This is before Adora's mouth moves, and Catra gasps as her thighs clench around Adora's, the brush of her lips as she leaves an altogether different sensation to her tongue and feeling all the better for the contrast.
Then a sharp pain lances through her breast, and Catra jerks with a loud cry that is half a yowl and half a high-pitched moan, forcing her weight down onto Adora's thigh hard to blend the pain further in with the spiraling pleasure, shoving her palm against Adora's forehead to force her away and pulling hard on the strands of her fringe in punishment.
She's breathing hard, her pupils blown wide and furious again as she growls at them, teeth bared and every word low and rough with arousal: "What", she yanks their hair again as she snarls, the after-burn of their bite warranting it, "do you think you're doing?"