Housewarming with have_no_mercy.

[kneel_majorzod]

Zod can scarcely believe his luck. Not that luck was very heavily relied upon, as his tightening grip seems to suggest Darkseid would have to pry Faora from lifeless arms before he left her behind.

Still, it's difficult not to feel like celebrating as the haze of teleportation clears and he sees her, standing in their mansion, outlined by their

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[have_no_mercy]

Those adjustments may be brief, but important - she does have a new body after all - but once they find their rhythm, she lets out a long, soft moan of pleasure.

[kneel_majorzod]

It's a body he's marginally more familiar with, but he certainly won't be halting inspection. A hand slips under her thigh, and he maintains the rhythm, grinding her against the wall with enough fervor to give it another shake.

[have_no_mercy]

Foara is lost in the sensations, leaning back against the wall while her hands grab at him desperately.

[kneel_majorzod]

He's happy to get lost with her, losing awareness of anything beyond their movements and her body and the person inside.

[have_no_mercy]

It's when things start to feel familiar that she allows herself another smile and wraps her arms around his neck. The wall still shaking behind her is of little consequence.

[kneel_majorzod]

Zod can feel her smile on his lips and can't help but give her one in return, fingers digging hungrily at her hips. It's like they're communicating, even if it isn't a terribly complex concept being conveyed, and at the moment, if the increasingly unrestrained vigor of his movements is any indication, it's something like, "Let's bring this wall down."