Angry, he needs her

He teleports into her room suddenly, right in front of her. He's tense, she notices immediately. 

She is up and reaching for him, worried. But instead he grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her close, lips smashing against hers in a sloppy, hurried kiss.

Romeo is quick to begin stripping her, pulling and grabbing at her clothing to get it off, but his hands are hurried, shaking with anger and he's unable to. She helps him, easing his outer layer off and onto the floor. She lays back onto the bed, and Romeo follows.

She arches her back, leaning into him. His fingers might not be able to unclothe her, but they can definitely work her up. She gasps as his thumb rubs circles on her clit, pointer and middle finger finding her slickening entrance. 

He bites and sucks at her neck, his other hand grasping at her chest roughly. She works him bare, ridding him of his clothes and pulling her own off as well.

Romeo is quick to settle between her legs, rocking into her. She sighs, cradling his head against her collar as he rocks slowly, then faster. His fingers dig into her, and his thrusts are hurried and hard, nothing like he usually is.

He cums with a gasp, a choked sound that sends alarms going off in her head. She holds him after, rubbing circles on his back as he clings to her.

She asks him why he came to her, why he was so… hurried. 

"I was angry," he whispers into her skin, "And you were the only thing I could think of to make me feel better."

She's somewhat flattered.

"Ro," she whispers back, trying not to disturb the comfortable atmosphere, "I can't be… you shouldn't use me to feel better."

He nodded.

"I figured you would say that, I just… I needed you."

She kissed his forehead, smoothing his hair back; she smiled at the softness. 

"Fair, I guess. But… talk to me instead? Sex is fine, but it can't help in the long run."

He murmurs an agreement into her skin, already falling asleep. And to think that he didn't even entertain the idea of sleeping before her.