How truly amazing it was to so at last be in control of himself, the way he should have always been, to have not only that clarity of thought but too- that clarity of action and feeling and emotion. To feel, for once, as an entirely normal being even if that dark shadow of his other-self lingered somewhere within the shadows of his mind. It was becoming harder and harder, day by day and night by night to press beyond those tumultuous thoughts of his less human companion and force himself to the forefront of that shared mind and yet here and now he hardly worried about those thoughts. Her and now there was own clarity and want and desire and for all that control he had earned this night it seemed Raven was content to undo it! Her skin was smooth beneath his lips, each caress laced with that affection and adoration and love and yet there was an assurance to his movements, a commitment of sorts as they balanced upon the precipice of just how far they might go. He was aware of her movements, attuned to that pattern of emotion that danced so delicately upon her features and within her form. He was so used to being stopped that he had become almost overly aware of any hesitation on her part. Yet, tonight, there seemed to be none. She was nervous, anxious, shy even and yet there seemed to be no part of her that did not act with at least that same level off determination. Her confidence so readily feeding his own as his lips made their way down her form.

To have Raven take control however, was another matter entirely, surprise so clear within his gaze as she sought to shift their positions and take that commanding roll atop. Tobias hardly determined to stop her, as if he ever would! The boy almost obediently rolling onto his back and allowing her to rest atop him in that wholly more dominant position. One he so rarely afforded her any other time and yet, it seemed, some rules were wholly made to be broken tonight, that boy so rewarding her, perhaps, with his own vulnerability for the first time. After all, surely it was she alone he could trust? She alone whom he might lay beneath when he would let no other? Raven single and only being for whom he might so willing lay down for- such an act one born entirely of trust in that moment. That same trust which allowed her hands to run along his own form, the creature whom so disdained touch- especially that touch given with affection- seeming to have found some measure of calm beneath her tonight. After all, if he could take this from her, then surely he need give in turn? This far more human side of himself so understanding off those deeper emotions that seemed wasted upon him in most instances.

Her curious it was and yet how entirely arousing to have Raven take control in that moment. It was different, unusual and yet for all his own dominant nature a part of the man seemed to enjoy allowing her to lead, his hips shifting to assist her in removing those jeans and boxer shorts that were in the way of where he desired her touch the most. Such a thing as that almost painfully obvious and yet Tobias was hardly the sort of man to feel any sense of shame from that physical display of want, Raven entirely the cause of it. Her hand encircling him drew that gasp from his lips, hands tightening upon her hip in some effort to maintain that control that threatened to undo at even this small touch. He was hardly as inexperienced as she and yet it had been a long time since anyone had offered him that sort of touch. Tobias hardly as practiced as others his own age and yet so entirely willing to allow her that experimentation in this. Practice, after all, in this, he was entirely willing to commit to any time she might like to try. Those teasing strokes however stirred a moan from his lips now, that sound rising within his throat instinctively. The boy simply incapable of affording her terribly long to test the limits of his ever-retreating control, that girlish giggle escaping her own lips as he moved abruptly to roll her over and back onto that grass. Tobias entirely sure he could wait no longer, his breath already unsteady as his knee pressed against her inner thigh in that silent request to shift her leg.

Her arms wrapped easily about his neck, drawing her all the closer as his lips found her own again, such a gesture as much a distraction as it was an act of affection before his hips finally rolled forward to enter her. That sudden, sharp gasp from the woman saw his own motion pause, the boy affording her those few moments to become used to this, her lips pressing all the more fervently to his own barely a moment later. Tobias so taking this as some sign she desired more, the hunger in that gesture readily felt as he so at last began to move, encouraging her to match that rhythm with him and allow the pleasure to overcome any discomfort. The feel off her was...amazing, the man struggling to keep his own actions gentle, another groan so released against her lips as his breath became only more erratic and unhinged. How long he had desired this! Tobias finally feeling as close to Raven as he had wanted for so long, finally able to show her just how much he adored her even when she sometimes so refused to believe it, that final physical act breaking down that single and last barrier between them to bringing them together as one. His pace so steadily increased, Tobias shifting to find the way the woman seemed to respond best to his movements, finding just where and how she seemed to enjoy it the most as he stole kiss after kiss from her lips.

Each movement brought him closer and closer to that inevitable peak, Tobias wholly determined to bring her to that pinnacle of satisfaction in turn. For this, her first time, their first time, he remained determined to have her enjoy it as much as he could. Even beneath that dark night and cool air that sweat so begun to appear on his skin, his hand releasing her hip now that he was sure she had found that rhythm he had set. That same hand trailed upward, running over her breast and that firm peak, affording it those few caresses of attention if only to increase that wealth of sensations he might layer upon her. Tobias truly sure he would not last particularly long and yet such things, surely, came with practice the man determined still to have Raven reach that high right along with him, each stroke coaxing her only further towards it, those moans spilling from his lips far more frequently now and so mixed with that unsteady breathing. How in love he was with this woman and how much he relished finally being able to show her. How much more it meant to him, truly, that it was him who might share this moment rather than that other side of himself. He'd beaten him to something, at least. Tobias so very upon that final edge of control....

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push