action! bow chika wow wow
[Everyone has more fun than Stefan. Guilt happens to be a big party pooper, and Stefan has more than enough to go around.
Fortunately, said guilt is pushed far back into the depths of his mind, and while it will likely make its appearance sooner or later, he's not sure he'll be able to find it in himself to feel particularly guilty about any of this. Not when it feels good and right and right now.
Her moan vibrates softly against his lips, and his grip on her tightens in response, his arms slipping around her completely as his shirt hits the ground. Her lips don't come back to meet his again, but he doesn't mind, because there's a delicate suction against his throat, pinching but perfect, and a groan rumbles in his chest.
He tugs once at the bottom hem of her shirt before his hands are slipping beneath the fabric, pushing is up as his palms skim her sides. Because yeah, he'll be getting rid of that piece of clothing too, oops?]