[ There are times where Amos can't stand having hands on him. Where being touched feels wrong, and makes him lash out. And then there are times where he craves it, the intimacy, especially when it's not accompanied by the heaviness of feelings, no pain, no hurt, no nothing. Just pleasure, a connection that is there to last for a moment, and just that.
Amos stays close, one hand over Clara's, the other at her hip, keeping her in place as he thrusts into her, faster and faster, groans getting louder with each of his breaths, heartrate picking up until - until he freezes, muscles tensing as he comes, a gut punch feeling that spreads throughout his limbs, breath caught in his throat for a moment. He lets out another noise, low and from the back of his throat, rolling his hips a couple more times as he comes, probably crushing Clara a little under his weight. ]
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Amos stays close, one hand over Clara's, the other at her hip, keeping her in place as he thrusts into her, faster and faster, groans getting louder with each of his breaths, heartrate picking up until - until he freezes, muscles tensing as he comes, a gut punch feeling that spreads throughout his limbs, breath caught in his throat for a moment. He lets out another noise, low and from the back of his throat, rolling his hips a couple more times as he comes, probably crushing Clara a little under his weight. ]