[ All the noises Clarice are making are deafening to him. While he knows that she's being quiet, that they're both being quiet, fabric rustling as they move, harsh pants in the tiny space they've found themselves in, the sounds she makes are filling up his ears, making them buzz pleasantly.
His muscles are tense as he moves over, inside her, his fingers curled around the metal cot. The bed is too small to be comfortable, but John barely spares it a thought as Clarice wraps her legs around him, whispers against his skin, making him redouble his efforts, so determined, so... she'd probably say, John-like, only there is nothing soldiery about the way he's moving, about the way he's wanting.
He's shaking with it, skin sweating as it slides against Clarice's, pleasure shooting up his spine with every noise, every shift, every thrust, every bitten down moan. He makes a noise into Clarice's kiss, desperate and a little crazed, a whimper, a shiver running through him. ]
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Date: 2018-04-01 09:15 am (UTC)His muscles are tense as he moves over, inside her, his fingers curled around the metal cot. The bed is too small to be comfortable, but John barely spares it a thought as Clarice wraps her legs around him, whispers against his skin, making him redouble his efforts, so determined, so... she'd probably say, John-like, only there is nothing soldiery about the way he's moving, about the way he's wanting.
He's shaking with it, skin sweating as it slides against Clarice's, pleasure shooting up his spine with every noise, every shift, every thrust, every bitten down moan. He makes a noise into Clarice's kiss, desperate and a little crazed, a whimper, a shiver running through him. ]