Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 27, 2063 || Saturday

[icarusalsoflew]

[He told you to rest because you all definitely need it, and he plans on staying around in the Tower to make sure that happens.

Granted, he's also around to check up on you if you really can't sleep, and his sister's doing the same thing. So.]



OOC Notes:
+ Hikaru will be in to watch over you all and talk up until 8 PM; he goes on duty early, then comes right back to the Tower to see Josh because boyfriend time is a Thing. Setsuna will be around the entire day.
+ Feel free, as always, to start your own threads here.

Comments

[larue]

[ 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. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[All of that is matched by how instinctive it is for him to follow you, to let your high become his own. It's also a mark, yet again, of how far gone he is that he doesn't hold back, that every centimeter of his body seems like it's trying to melt into yours.

He's shattered in the aftermath, quivering and breathless and boneless against your body. Each bit of air he draws in tapers off into quiet gasps against your skin. That is him, as well, completely covering your hand and splattered on the both of you.

Still, that is him seeking your lips out as best as he can. It's the only part of him that he can move without too much difficulty now.]

[larue]

[ He's going to meet his lips to yours, even if he can't quite get enough air into him. You'll feel the way his chest expands and falls, the intake and exhale of oxygen a little too erratic.

Those are his fingers tangling with yours, and him shifting, as best as he can without jarring you from where you are lying against him so that you can use his bicep as your pillow. He doesn't want to pull away from you yet. He needs the feel of you against/around him still. ]

Hey, [ that's whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at the corners as his tongue teases yours. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

...Mnh.

[That might sound a little cute, especially since it's coupled with the way he looks (read: 100% Strung Out, and yes, all of that is a bit of a tell on just how close he is to passing out on you). Still, he's indulging that kiss as best as he can. He can't get enough of the way that you taste.

And to think that he's lying against you, and you're still inside of him. There is something poetic to that.]

[larue]

[ There's a warm and satisfied feeling that goes through him as he watches you look the way that you do and he smiles against your mouth before whispering: ] I'm going to untie you now.

[ The position you're lying in with your wrists still lashed can't be comfortable in the least. As such, he's going to pull away from you just enough to fumble with that belt and ease it away before he settles back and holds you close.

No words as he presses a quiet kiss to your ear.

Rest, love. He's not going anywhere for a while. ]