larue: (211)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2015-03-01 02:41 pm (UTC)

[ He loses track of time. All he knows is that he's losing himself inside of you, because he wants to crawl into the warmth and reassuring familiarity of your body. One of his hands has come back around your cock; the other has settled on the nape of your neck as if holding onto you like this can anchor him.

You'll be the recipient of how his mouth tracks kisses over the ink on your back, the sighs he breathes over your skin worshipful as he moves his hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace that builds and builds . The air around you is hot and charged, and when he moans out your name the sound that leaves him is utterly helpless.

He waits for you to hit the peak, for your pleasure to crest before he gives chase, driving into you deeper and rougher than he normally would have because the high is there, right within reach. He spills inside of you not too long after that and when you both tumble down, it is instinctive for his entire being to wrap around you like a shield.

Brushing tender kisses along your shoulder now. He doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to leave the comfort of your body just yet. ]

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