They aspired to be creatures of pure will, but their bodies betrayed them. His face would remain imp

They aspired to be creatures of pure will, but their bodies betrayed them. His face would remain impassive, an unreadable mask, while the only tick that her’s would show was a concentrated quiver as she made her lust something internal, no outer trace. But the rest of them wasn’t so easily cowed. He’d swell, and she’d stir. Twin points on her chest to match the growing bulge in his trousers. The effort on their faces was almost comical, and there was an urge to laugh that passed between them. Somehow they managed to survive without it. Her kneeling at his feet, him staring down at her. They would see how long they lasted. They needed to test themselves. She squirmed. He shifted from foot to foot. A hand came out, cupping her chin, tilting it up to stare at him. He couldn’t resist the smile; the first crack in their absurd façade. She smiled back, and the cracks started to spread, a beautiful cobweb across the wind-shield of a pointless exercise.  Her eyes were supposed to stay on him. His eyes, in theory, would rest on hers. Neither could be sure who broke first, whether he went down to her chest, or she to his crotch, as they were both looking away when they should have caught one another out. They were both far too turned on to care. They fell into one another. She into him, him into her.  He pulled her up by the chin, just as she pulled him down by the waistband of his trousers. They met somewhere in the middle, where their lips brushed against one another. Only they didn’t brush; they surged.  -- source link

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