Phantom Hollow Hic iacet umbra {Mature}

He continued teasing her just a bit longer, soaking in each noise and squirm before finally entering her. Together, they writhed; slow at first, then faster, faster, until climax. Black Hat took to absentmindedly combing through her nape with his fangs as they came down. Seeing as they'd be tied for a while, he did something that was normally out of character: Small talk.

Got any plans to settle down? He asked, resting more of his weight on her back. Small talk could be useful sometimes, so maybe he'd get something out of it. Either way, it beat sitting attached at the hip in awkward silence.