[The kiss is harsh, but with enough sense not to dig his teeth in. He mumbles something about turtleneck season, but good luck making any of it out. And yet, all of that only gets him more worked up; despite his best efforts, his hips leave his control and it's only a few more thrusts until he's finally slowed to bury inside of him as he finishes.
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It's Ash's fault.]