[The sight of Éowyn so clearly enjoying herself, those sounds she's making, and above all the sudden relentlessness of her movements, is both amazing and vaguely threatening, because try as he might, Remus is having a very difficult time keeping himself under control right now. He's putting up a valiant fight, but the way she looks atop him, the way she sounds, speaking some tongue he doesn't know, urging him on, it makes it hard to want to hold off for too long, either.
Remus's grip on her hips tightens, his fingertips pressing into her ass cheeks, pulling her down on him again and again, meeting her thrust for thrust. His own breathing has grown short and harsh, his skin flushed, even the bite of her nails managing to feel good somehow. He grits his teeth, determined to hold on as long as he possibly can, but the stuttering of his hips and the way his whole body is beginning to tense, stomach pulling taught, is a good sign that it's not going to be long until this contest is over.
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Remus's grip on her hips tightens, his fingertips pressing into her ass cheeks, pulling her down on him again and again, meeting her thrust for thrust. His own breathing has grown short and harsh, his skin flushed, even the bite of her nails managing to feel good somehow. He grits his teeth, determined to hold on as long as he possibly can, but the stuttering of his hips and the way his whole body is beginning to tense, stomach pulling taught, is a good sign that it's not going to be long until this contest is over.