larue: (213)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2015-04-05 11:29 am (UTC)

[ He can feel his own cock swelling in his hand, and as the fire in his own gut builds, so does the way he's sucking you off become erratic.

There's a soft moan from him as he withdraws shakily his tongue licking his lips before he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses over your stomach. The oil he used to slick his own dick up has sunk past his skin and into his nerves and bloodstream -- and as much as he would like to wait, he can't anymore. ]


Let the rope go. [ That comes out more as a plea than anything else. ] Hold onto me.

[ His fingers have withdrawn and his palm is pressing one of your thighs open as he guides the head of his shaft to your ass. His teeth are also back at your neck as he covers your body, leaning into you for both support and contact.

Forehead to your shoulder now as he breaches you, a soft and cut off expletive leaving him because fuck, you're so tight. ]

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