icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[ Each thrust he pushes into you wears at him, breaking him down into wordless breaths and kisses that falter over your lips and skin. His hands have let you go: one grasping instead at the sheet beneath you, while the other seeks purchase on that headboard. His thoughts are a mess filled with how he's seen you tonight -- skin as luminescent as moonlight, features so beautiful and deadly he would not mind in the least that you rent him to shreds if it meant that he would be like the stains on a blade that endures.

You are breathtaking to him in a way that makes him crave and need, but if the world were to strip away all that, he would love you still. Because you have his heart and you always will. ]

[ And it's when each thrust of yours starts getting harder and going deeper that his voice crests up towards a different pitch, hitting a high and desperate that he only ever gets when he's truly losing control/losing himself in you. When he tumbles off the edge of climaxing a bit afterward, he's momentarily losing all voice and sense before he truly begins to writhe beneath you. His grip also tightens to an unapologetically painful degree, with his insides clenching around you and his fingernails digging into your skin.

He's slow on the descent, and he doesn't get back down to where he was before either of you started. In fact, when he releases you, it's only because he needs to sprawl out, weak and boneless, over the sheets. He hears nothing but the thrum of his own blood in his veins and his heartbeat. He sees nothing but this place, and you. ]

[ He surprises himself when he recovers before you do, all dry lips and labored breaths as he shifts over your body so he can better track his mouth over your skin once more.

His blood is up and there's a hunger in his veins and the sight of you so shattered in the aftermath of him taking you is warming his skin all over again.

He'll just... occupy himself with one of your nipples then; tongue moving over the nub right before he exhales warmly over it. ]

[ And that effectively dashes any chance of him recovering at all. He squirms beneath your weight, another half-hearted noise of protest escaping from his throat, and then he's falling to watching you, breath shallowly whispering past his lips in increasingly short drags.

He can't help himself anymore, really. You're pushing him past breaking, where he'll be hard-pressed to obey you in whatever you ask him to do. It's a good thing that he's given you full license to be as demanding, intense, creative, and uncompromising as you like, then, huh? ]

[ That's a smile into your skin right before he pushes himself up and over you, so that he can look down on your face. He's easing himself out of you gently, lips nuzzling your jaw, all nibbling kisses and warm breath.

His hands are seeking yours, fingers intent on tangling themselves with your own as the high levels off. He's not by any long shot, done. Not by far. But he is considerate enough to give you a bit of breathing room -- just a bit. ]

[ A soft "ah" touches the air at you pulling out of him, and it's coupled with the shudder of his body over the mattress. His insides still hum in the wake of your departure: an uncomfortable reminder that he'd very much like you back in him as soon as possible.

Gripping back, lips already seeking yours out through the barrier of what little space there remains between the two of you. ]

[ His lips find your lips easy enough. It's really a matter of moving to this familiar dance you've set for yourselves. His mouth is gentle, the motions of the kiss a caress as he takes the taste of you in.

He can't say it enough: you fit so perfectly against him, nevermind if you're over him, straddling his hips or he's pinning you down just like this. You fit. And right now, that's all that matters in all of the world. ]

[ At first, he is grateful for the two of you tapering off for a spell. He's too wound up, and can barely manage to keep his head above water when the simple friction of your skin sliding over his own is enough to drive him up the wall.

A bit after that, though, his kisses are getting urgent, hungrier. He's also making noises of need deep within his throat, and quivering anew underneath your body. You would have also felt the way he has hardened, his cock hot and erect against your own. ]

[ It's not so much that he matches you kiss for kiss, more that he lets you have your way with his mouth, passively receiving each bit of hunger, each nip and lick with a steady patient one of his own.

He moves his palm over your chest, down past the firm planes of your stomach, fingers massaging the jut of you hip before he lets his hand slip between your bodies to feel you up.

His own cock has grown large and full and he rocks his hips against yours, feeling the brush of your erection right alongside his dick. ]

Tell me what you need. [ Nothing ever seems quite enough tonight. He wants more, and he's pretty sure you do too. ]

[ He whines against your ear at that, just as his body squirms beneath your own. It takes him a bit to get the words out. ]

More. [ Has he ever sounded this young? Has he ever begged this way? ] I want more.

[ He needs it. He needs you pushing him, driving him on, breaking him apart. And his mind is swimming in too much pleasure for him to hide any of those sentiments from you. ]

003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

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