Somehow I suspect these two were made for this.
[Were it up to her, Yomi would have gone for something different. There's no complaint, though; not when her mouth is otherwise occupied, twisted up in warmth, and her dress is ripped to her waist. There'll be bruises and scrapes on her hands, fingers digging into his shoulder blades despite every reason not to — and a million more reasons to ignore those reasons.
She shifts, curling her leg just a little tighter around him.]