Kiss me, [ the words are rough as they leave his lips, whispered into the air between you. His grip has tightened around you, his fingers rub at you a little more. His thoughts are scattering, and he doesn't even realize that he's instinctively reaching for you in every way ( Where's the goddamned lube when you need it ) with flashes of how you feel coursing through him.
( Your hand rests against the small of his back and he's struck by a thought that he's done very well to tuck away in the furthest corner of his mind: you, doing to him what he does to you -- maybe. )
His mouth presses against you shoulder as he feels you up, fingers tightening on the upstroke. ]
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( Your hand rests against the small of his back and he's struck by a thought that he's done very well to tuck away in the furthest corner of his mind: you, doing to him what he does to you -- maybe. )
His mouth presses against you shoulder as he feels you up, fingers tightening on the upstroke. ]