[panting and gasping, tail wrapping around Kanda half to keep his legs up without strain so he can rock back against him more easily, fingernails briefly drawing a little blood in his own palms before they close up again]
[grits his teeth and jerks back a little with a loud groan, coming hard with a hoarse noise wrenched out of him, leaning down against Alma with all of his weight]
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Alma, Alma—ohhh . . .
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You look good—
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—good?
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[strains under him with a moan]
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Tell me . . .
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[panting and moaning loudly, thrusting into him harder]
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[gasping hoarsely, staring at him as he moves faster]
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[. . . drawing just a little bit of blood on the inside of his cheek before kissing Alma again, deeply, rocking into him at the same time]
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