What is Fate?(Closed: Lovely Firelord Shula.)

Mako was shocked at how quickly Shula managed to get her pants off, he didn't even know it was possible to wiggle out of pants, though he'd never tried. He continued lightly rubbing against her, make each movement painfully slow, he wondered how long she would tolerate being teased, lightly biting her neck again, licking the skin.

Mako smiled lightly, he wasn't trying to be cruel. He just enjoyed teasing, maybe that's what former girlfriends hated about him? He brushed his mind aside, pulling his pants down, realizing a small fire had started eating away at the intellectual, calm part of himself. He felt his control slipping away, the fire growing by the moment. Instinct clawed at the conscious mind, tearing at the door that seperated it from Shula. He closed his eyes, and, ever so easily, he opened the door.

Mako looked at Shula, kissing back passionately, and moving over her. He pressed against her, wiggling slightly, even when Mako was gone, there was still a small part of him that enjoyed teasing.

Mako relented, holding Shula's hips, pressing himself in. His body shuddered slightly, and he closed his eyes, gasping softly. Here it goes.

Mako looked down at Shula, a brief surfacing of himself appeared, and he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Shula's lips, wrapping his arms around her waist, moving his hips slowly, his breathing becoming slightly shaky as the same clawing feeling resurfaced.

Mako smiled softly, moving faster, bit by tiny bit. kissing Shula's neck, and face, holding her close to him.

Mako hung his head for a moment, her movement adding to the pleasure he felt. He smiled lightly, kissing Shula passionately, lifting her off the bed slightly.

Mako moaned in response, lifting Shul more, hardly realizing he had her suspended from the bed. His speed increased again, slowly.

Mako was hardly aware of his own voice, but found his rhythme matched her's, as did many of his own moans(Not trying to be clever). He lifted Shula one final bit, holding her so that she was over him, and he was pressing upward. Something about this seemed more comfortable, but he didn't really realize that at this exact moment.

Mako kissed Shula's chest, neck, and shoulders, the building pleasure was amazing. His moans ceased, and were replaced by heated, heavy breathing.

Mako glanced at Shula, picking up on something he'd managed to miss so far, how? He shook his head, not really thinking straight at all, a short whisper broke through his breathing, "Just say when..."

Mako leaned his head against Shula's, closing his eyes. He listened, waited, and when the word left her mouth, there was one, exeptionally quick upward movment, and he released the tension that had been building to the near-breaking point.

Mako held Shula close to him, panting. He felt the heat of her body against him, and smiled lightly, "Shula...", he said quietly in return.