[Such desperation runs deeper than she probably realizes. As if those memories of their shared dream fills him even more than the most recent time they indulged in one another. And how could they not? Already within this new Dome is he feeling more at ease, which only increases his true need for her.
The pleasure which runs through her seems to flow directly into him, as though they're one in the same. Yet that isn't entirely a new thing. It's the way Yuuki gives in this time. A part of him (very small, as he's hardly thinking of anything but the present) is silently pleading that she won't regret this later, or feel frustrated with herself.
His nails dig into her thigh and curl in the fabric of her skirt even more, tugging her down more flush against him, grinding upward at the same time. Without question giving away how aroused his is. The barrier of clothing between them added a whole different level of pleasure. And then on top of it all is the way he can smell her own arousal.
His breath sticks at the back of his throat while her mouth moves along his neck. However it's when she (finally) kisses does he press back eagerly. Some are short yet passionate, and he can't resist biting on her lower lip as well, shivering at the first taste of her blood.]