larue: (183)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2014-06-11 01:00 am (UTC)

[ He starts falling to pieces and he stiffens, when the movement of his hips stuttering and he muffles a cry against your shoulder, the pitch of his voice strangled and a touch younger in an echo of how you usually sound when driven to the brink. The arm keeping him above you is failing him, and Josh tries his best to ease the change in position as gently as he can, breathless as he is. He's half lying on his side now, and he's taking you with him, altering the angle of his thrusts as the hand around you squeezes you tight, the leg not pinned to the bed is slipping between and hooking around yours before he spreads you wide.

The thrusts are slower now and you'll feel the way he shudders with each upward stroke both around you and inside of you; you'll hear the sounds he's swallowing down even as they seem crawl up and out of his throat of their own acvord.

And then, the helpless whine as he is unable to hold back spilling himself into you, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he muffles a sob of pleasure into your skin. ]

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