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[ He'll stroke you until you're spent, and press kisses into the crook of your neck as he folds himself around you. He's not too far behind when you climax, and as you attempt to hide away in his skin, he's spilling the whole of himself into you: breath ragged, your name a prayer whispered into the dark, his embrace tight around you.

He'll sink against you in the aftermath of it all, palms shakily following the length of your legs wrapped around him, his lips seeking yours because he needs to breathe and only your kisses can help with that. ]

I love you. I love you so fucking much.

[ Brow to yours now. Eyes shut as the aftershocks of your lovemaking rock him. ]