"Fuck." Maybe that wasn't the most eloquent possible statement, but given the circumstances, Jyabura thought it counted as downright poetic. He lifted one of Fujiko's legs higher onto his hip to get a better angle and started to move, harder than he would have normally. The growl he made this time was more animal than human; she was biting his neck too hard. It hurt, but it was good, and - "Don't stop," he panted, wandering hand coming up to tangle in her hair.