She'd invited in his nimble fingers, which once again proved themselves quite capable. Even before the sharp pain of her latest smack had dulled, Ronan felt her entire body tense then relax in one rhythmic wave. Mars felt surprisingly gratified that he'd not put Shadowcat through so much for nothing, and especially gratified considering with little more than a well timed squeeze... Mars felt his own control slipping. But Kitty had finally made a request he was more than obliged to fulfill. He undid the button on her jeans and had even lowered the zipper before she'd spoken again in her breathiest of tones.
Fuck... and not the good kind. Ronan huffed out an extremely frustrated sigh. "No." Of course he didn't. Mars had never expected this. Despite his lecherous persona, Ronan had shockingly few partners and even less reason to 'be prepared'. However, what happened next was nearly as satisfying as the orgasm he yearned for. Ronan laughed a genuine chuckle and his happy eyes met Kitty's, which forced his laugh to halt. Only because his need to kiss her overrode that bit of humor he'd found. They were still joined, connected by the scissor lock she'd confined him in, and Ronan planned to take full advantage of that. Between them he'd been set free, and was quite loose, with her shorts undone he had full access to the friction against her silky soft midsection. His fingers remained inside her shorts, inside her panties, where he planned to coax out another one of her quick-draw climaxes. Meanwhile Ronan worked against her bare skin, surprising unphased by the inconvenience of this brand of spontaneity. "I'm so jealous of myself..." He jested, his fingers knew the sublime his lowers had to miss out on. "Fuck, I'm going to..." He forced out in lieu of a warning. Easily, the single most considerate things Ronan had so far done all evening. His shoulders braced themselves, ready to extradite his body at Kitty's request.