[ Her touch is electric. His skin (his flesh) feels like it's on fire, trails of it burning in the wake of her fingers; his back arches as her hand finds his hip, and he goes down easy, a shudder running through him at the heavy-light weight of her braid. Maybe it's pain, maybe it's pleasure. They look the same in this light. A part of him thinks it's always been like this β her in his lap, her hands on his face, constant mindfulness as to where he keeps his hands, how he touches her (or rather, doesn't), except this isn't like that, the way she kisses him isn't like thatβ
The moment her lips find his, the world starts to spin. He feels himself melting into the ground, need funneling directly into the warm hollow of her mouth, her soft lips. His cock twitches between his legs, growing harder as his hands find her waist, desperate to keep her close. He's hers, or so reads the blurry relief that blots through his mind like ink in water. He's her prize, caught and won, for her to do with as she pleases. Fitting recompense, for having ever let her doubt him. ]
Closer.
[ Part echo, part plea. He must have wanted this, before. For her to fill him up like so much water β fill his mouth, his lungs, his heart, his very veins β because they were meant for each other, meant to be one.
(Later, he'll see the magic for what it is, for what it had done β but for all that he'll hate the way it turns him belly-up, he lacks the capacity to, or willingness for, regret. He thinks of her when he takes himself in hand, comes as he remembers the way she'd arched over him.)
The word that follows is one he's not sure he's ever spoken. Who else would he allow himself to beg? ]
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The moment her lips find his, the world starts to spin. He feels himself melting into the ground, need funneling directly into the warm hollow of her mouth, her soft lips. His cock twitches between his legs, growing harder as his hands find her waist, desperate to keep her close. He's hers, or so reads the blurry relief that blots through his mind like ink in water. He's her prize, caught and won, for her to do with as she pleases. Fitting recompense, for having ever let her doubt him. ]
Closer.
[ Part echo, part plea. He must have wanted this, before. For her to fill him up like so much water β fill his mouth, his lungs, his heart, his very veins β because they were meant for each other, meant to be one.
(Later, he'll see the magic for what it is, for what it had done β but for all that he'll hate the way it turns him belly-up, he lacks the capacity to, or willingness for, regret. He thinks of her when he takes himself in hand, comes as he remembers the way she'd arched over him.)
The word that follows is one he's not sure he's ever spoken. Who else would he allow himself to beg? ]
Please.