[He echoes the word, nearly sighing over every syllable as pleasure and chroma both start to really radiate through him. It isn't the first time he's thought of the potential for moonlacing to be the world's most addictive drug, but on a night like tonight, he's just so damn relieved not to feel bad that he doesn't care. Not tonight. He'll gorge himself on touch and heat and sex tonight and not give a damn about it. He wants to feel good, and tonight that's not too much to ask.
It was good already; it's better with a more solid grip, more friction and firmer pressure, making his nerve endings start to spark.]
Am I always inside you? Aah...when you think about me?
[He rocks his hips hard, hissing satisfaction when it hits him just right and makes something sharp and white-hot jolt through his thighs, and tries to chase the feeling with a rapidity that has him shaking.]
no subject
[He echoes the word, nearly sighing over every syllable as pleasure and chroma both start to really radiate through him. It isn't the first time he's thought of the potential for moonlacing to be the world's most addictive drug, but on a night like tonight, he's just so damn relieved not to feel bad that he doesn't care. Not tonight. He'll gorge himself on touch and heat and sex tonight and not give a damn about it. He wants to feel good, and tonight that's not too much to ask.
It was good already; it's better with a more solid grip, more friction and firmer pressure, making his nerve endings start to spark.]
Am I always inside you? Aah...when you think about me?
[He rocks his hips hard, hissing satisfaction when it hits him just right and makes something sharp and white-hot jolt through his thighs, and tries to chase the feeling with a rapidity that has him shaking.]