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"Let me help, Vincent," you ask carefully, voice low and right by his ear, trying not to wreck the somewhat precarious mood between the both of you.
He says nothing, replying with just a grunt as his fingers continue fiddling with their current, apparently futile task.
You lean forward and kiss at his jaw and neck, pressing just below his ear as you grind your hips down against his lap, trying to heighten the tension and get him to give in.
"There is rust on my gauntlet," he explains, stammering slightly, voice catching in his throat. "The fingers don't have full range of motion."
"Really?" you tease, pressing your lips to his jugular as he swallows heavily. "I think it might be you that's rusty."
He buries his face into your neck, sighing against your skin with defeat. "Fine," he mumbles, kissing at the junction of your shoulder, pulling away as his fingers slowly slide down your back to hold your hips.
You smile softly, trying to be reassuring and show him that you don't mind that little snafu. Leaning upwards while reaching behind your back, you watch his hungry eyes roam across your form. That's much better. You push out your chest, smirking as his gaze gravitates there, eager and wanting. Moving slowly, so he can watch, you adjust your position effortlessly; blindly and one handedly undoing the clasp on your bra.