He froze as she lowered herself onto him, his breath catching in the back of his throat, and he grabbed a fistful of the fabric of her uniform, stifling another whimper as she pressed the blades into his flesh again. He bucked his hips upward to meet her, without really thinking about it, lost in a fog of pain and pleasure, the two sensations by now almost one and the same. Tilting his head back to allow her more room to bite his neck, he shifted below her, try to move so he could lay flat on the floor. It would be easier for both of them that way, and it would reduce the risk of accidentally knocking the blade in his shoulder loose.