[You'll never know, perhaps, precisely how those three words are a promise he leans so heavily against whether you're tangled together like this, or out on the field together, just around each other, or a phone call/message away. He has told you that he would kill for you, and when you say that to him, he knows that you'll likely do the same for him.
He has stopped thinking all that much about how your time together will be but a blink against the practical immortality that he possesses. You've branded his skin with you; you've written yourself on his thoughts, his heart. He'll carry that until the end of his days. He'll make what you do have count for every second, in as much as he can.
The tremor that soon runs through him is telling, as is the way he whimpers and buckles against your chest. He cums in the moments following that, covering your hand with each jerk of his hips, and every quivering aftershock that hitting that high sends through his body. When it's done, he's breathing against your neck, shaky and shallow, and hardly capable of doing much else beyond use you to keep him in place.]
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He has stopped thinking all that much about how your time together will be but a blink against the practical immortality that he possesses. You've branded his skin with you; you've written yourself on his thoughts, his heart. He'll carry that until the end of his days. He'll make what you do have count for every second, in as much as he can.
The tremor that soon runs through him is telling, as is the way he whimpers and buckles against your chest. He cums in the moments following that, covering your hand with each jerk of his hips, and every quivering aftershock that hitting that high sends through his body. When it's done, he's breathing against your neck, shaky and shallow, and hardly capable of doing much else beyond use you to keep him in place.]