lightrobber | Sidesweep; 5

daigranon; because you don't get many request!fics. <3

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He must've said something because I-Pin moaned and pressed closer, whispering something in return, but what it was (what it had been), he couldn't make out. Not that it mattered.
Lambo shifted his position, and she shifted, too; skin against skin, breath for breath, closer, closer still. He wouldn't look at her face, couldn't; not with her cheek pressed against his shoulder. She manoeuvred herself into position and he laughed, low rumble in his throat.
"Needy tail-head."
I-Pin didn't respond, didn't punch him. (Impossible; she'd fall if she let go of his shoulders.)
He groaned, found purchase. "Don't let go."