[Their closeness only makes the warmth at the pit of his stomach all the more present, a reminder that he's fighting a losing battle as far as the rules of the contest are concerned. Despite that - or does spite have nothing to do with it? - he's eager to keep up this tug-of-war.
It's a shame his arms are pinned. Her hair is in the perfect position for a less-than-playful tug. That isn't the only thing that comes to mind, though...]
Looks to me like you're enjoying it plenty.
[His voice is low and breathy, betraying his lust, but he's not done. He lifts his head just a little, just enough, and aims to nibble at her lower lip.
Okay, not nibble. That would be too affectionate. It's really more of a bite.]
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It's a shame his arms are pinned. Her hair is in the perfect position for a less-than-playful tug. That isn't the only thing that comes to mind, though...]
Looks to me like you're enjoying it plenty.
[His voice is low and breathy, betraying his lust, but he's not done. He lifts his head just a little, just enough, and aims to nibble at her lower lip.
Okay, not nibble. That would be too affectionate. It's really more of a bite.]