Wow, Adora really does get off on that. It's kind of hilarious, actually, how she groans so quietly; Catra's ears twitching towards the sound as she stifles the urge to laugh. She'd be offended, but she's kind of proud, in a weird way? It's warm and tender in her chest, soothing down the humiliation -- because Adora responded to her right away, reaching immediately to pull Catra's hip up. Catra might be the one on her back, she might be the one who's tied up and shifting eagerly into Adora's hand, but even now she's got Adora wrapped around her little finger. She could probably make her do anything she wants, and that knowledge feels... thrilling, in its own way.
It's a win for Catra. Because she's not being weak, when she parts her legs readily for Adora's awkward knee or when she rubs her chest insistently against her stilled fingers. She's just giving Adora what she wants, when she whines low in her throat, her shoulders pushing impossibly further against the roof to grind herself firmly against Adora's leg. It's not a good angle for her, but the tensing of Adora's body when she rocks into her makes Catra's thighs clench anyway, her stomach rolling down to tilt her hips in search of the best point of friction for herself.
A noise of denial is about the smartest reply Catra can manage, her eyelids fluttering open to look at Adora, a tremor running through her body as she finally - finally - manages to graze the almost throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs against Adora. Even as her eyes squint and her lips purse against her own quiet whimper, it's no trouble at all to keep her gaze soft, vulnerable; pleading. Giving Adora what Catra's certain, now, she'll respond to. Catra could totally get off like this, now that she's managed that one brief spark. It probably wouldn't even take her very long; especially not if Adora keeps rocking into her.
But Catra's not debasing herself for that. Adora's fingers are pressing firmly into her hip, and Catra wants those. Wants them on, around -- in her, the way she can't trust herself to manage with her claws. If she's gonna be stuck down here, relying on Adora's clumsy moves to bring her relief, then she's going to make sure it's at least worth it.
"Adora," she whines, quiet and wanting. Catra drags her hips up on Adora's leg, canting up and pressing in as she draws a deep, long breath. She can feel the rough fabric of her underwear shifting, slick and sticky, with the lift of each roll, and the thought that Adora is probably just the same, just as wet and aching, pools another wave of heat within her. Catra wants to feel her, too; and her nails scrape the backs of her palms as her hands tense, yearning to touch.
"You still wanna learn, right?" Catra's careful to keep her voice soft, rasping lightly against the sides of her throat even as it lilts with the hint of a tease. She's testing her luck with what Adora will allow as she shifts her bound hands down to the fly of Adora's pants, but she's confident she can get away with it as long as she keeps this half-act up; dragging over the seam of the zip with the sides of her fingers and pressing into her, massaging low on her crotch in example as she stills her own hips and shifts back minutely, making just enough room to create an invitation. "--Go on and put your hand down there."
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It's a win for Catra. Because she's not being weak, when she parts her legs readily for Adora's awkward knee or when she rubs her chest insistently against her stilled fingers. She's just giving Adora what she wants, when she whines low in her throat, her shoulders pushing impossibly further against the roof to grind herself firmly against Adora's leg. It's not a good angle for her, but the tensing of Adora's body when she rocks into her makes Catra's thighs clench anyway, her stomach rolling down to tilt her hips in search of the best point of friction for herself.
A noise of denial is about the smartest reply Catra can manage, her eyelids fluttering open to look at Adora, a tremor running through her body as she finally - finally - manages to graze the almost throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs against Adora. Even as her eyes squint and her lips purse against her own quiet whimper, it's no trouble at all to keep her gaze soft, vulnerable; pleading. Giving Adora what Catra's certain, now, she'll respond to. Catra could totally get off like this, now that she's managed that one brief spark. It probably wouldn't even take her very long; especially not if Adora keeps rocking into her.
But Catra's not debasing herself for that. Adora's fingers are pressing firmly into her hip, and Catra wants those. Wants them on, around -- in her, the way she can't trust herself to manage with her claws. If she's gonna be stuck down here, relying on Adora's clumsy moves to bring her relief, then she's going to make sure it's at least worth it.
"Adora," she whines, quiet and wanting. Catra drags her hips up on Adora's leg, canting up and pressing in as she draws a deep, long breath. She can feel the rough fabric of her underwear shifting, slick and sticky, with the lift of each roll, and the thought that Adora is probably just the same, just as wet and aching, pools another wave of heat within her. Catra wants to feel her, too; and her nails scrape the backs of her palms as her hands tense, yearning to touch.
"You still wanna learn, right?" Catra's careful to keep her voice soft, rasping lightly against the sides of her throat even as it lilts with the hint of a tease. She's testing her luck with what Adora will allow as she shifts her bound hands down to the fly of Adora's pants, but she's confident she can get away with it as long as she keeps this half-act up; dragging over the seam of the zip with the sides of her fingers and pressing into her, massaging low on her crotch in example as she stills her own hips and shifts back minutely, making just enough room to create an invitation. "--Go on and put your hand down there."