Intellectually, Benedict understands the mechanics of intercourse. He has read about it in dry and factual medical textbooks, in slightly more veiled language in fiction, and in very abstract and flowery terms in poetry. Never having experienced it himself, he couldn't dismiss it out of hand as a ridiculous farce, but he had somewhat been of the opinion that everyone was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, and surely it wasn't quite as earth-shattering as people made it seem.
Based on the boasting of his peers in the Guard, Benedict had assumed the whole thing was mostly used to one-up others around you, and had drawn on his deep wells of patience to tolerate the endless bragging until they grew bored of it and talked of other things.
He understands, now.
He groans softly as Ninon works herself down onto him, her hand tangled in his hair, the noise vibrating deep in his chest.
For Ninon, she'd been taught to fear intercourse, to think of it as a duty put forth before women to bring children into the world. It was not meant to be enjoyed or desired, it was a man's game and women were but a piece of that gameboard.
It took time for her to come to truly enjoy it, although even early on, she found things about sex she'd liked. It took longer to find what it was she enjoyed exactly, what made her feel good.
It makes her feel good to hear him groan, to feel his body tense beneath hers in reaction to her own. And she lets out a soft moan that peters out into a greedy hum, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder once enough of him is inside of her, once their bodies are pressed flush together.
"Mmm... yes," she whispers, lean in to kiss him hotly.
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Date: 2018-12-14 08:11 pm (UTC)Based on the boasting of his peers in the Guard, Benedict had assumed the whole thing was mostly used to one-up others around you, and had drawn on his deep wells of patience to tolerate the endless bragging until they grew bored of it and talked of other things.
He understands, now.
He groans softly as Ninon works herself down onto him, her hand tangled in his hair, the noise vibrating deep in his chest.
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Date: 2018-12-14 08:32 pm (UTC)It took time for her to come to truly enjoy it, although even early on, she found things about sex she'd liked. It took longer to find what it was she enjoyed exactly, what made her feel good.
It makes her feel good to hear him groan, to feel his body tense beneath hers in reaction to her own. And she lets out a soft moan that peters out into a greedy hum, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder once enough of him is inside of her, once their bodies are pressed flush together.
"Mmm... yes," she whispers, lean in to kiss him hotly.