[everything aches so desperately, and every movement Eiden makes turns it all feverish, burning wherever their skin touches. burying himself in every word is so easy, sweet even.]
Nnh... haah... Eiden...! [his whole body jolts as the other twists a nipple, tongue slipping out of his mouth in his soft panting. it slurs his speech for every thrust and touch after, not that there's anything left resembling actual speech. just the slurred murmur of the brunet's name on his lips, drowned in the appreciation of his words. like this, to be thought beautiful... worthy...
he knows it's how he's perceived, of course, but it's so damn hard to internalise it. maybe that's why he's so desperate, above all else. and really, he's sure his fingers must be equally bruising where they grip, trembling. come for me like a good boy. it's so—embarrassing, how much it affects him. even if he hadn't been at the edge already, he thinks it would make him come all on its own.]
Ei—den... I want... ngghaah!
[he doesn't need to ask to be filled, he knows it. but he can't help it, greed flaring up and clawing its way through him. words are aborted for the effort of pulling him closer as he comes, his body squeezing down tight and splatters of white spilling up onto his torso, dripping down into the water below here and there.
every movement thereafter is pure electricity, stirring up his essence and taking his breath away in anticipation. don't stop, he tries to say, but words are little more than jumbled moans now. Eiden won't stop anyway. he knows the man better than to worry.]
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Nnh... haah... Eiden...! [his whole body jolts as the other twists a nipple, tongue slipping out of his mouth in his soft panting. it slurs his speech for every thrust and touch after, not that there's anything left resembling actual speech. just the slurred murmur of the brunet's name on his lips, drowned in the appreciation of his words. like this, to be thought beautiful... worthy...
he knows it's how he's perceived, of course, but it's so damn hard to internalise it. maybe that's why he's so desperate, above all else. and really, he's sure his fingers must be equally bruising where they grip, trembling. come for me like a good boy. it's so—embarrassing, how much it affects him. even if he hadn't been at the edge already, he thinks it would make him come all on its own.]
Ei—den... I want... ngghaah!
[he doesn't need to ask to be filled, he knows it. but he can't help it, greed flaring up and clawing its way through him. words are aborted for the effort of pulling him closer as he comes, his body squeezing down tight and splatters of white spilling up onto his torso, dripping down into the water below here and there.
every movement thereafter is pure electricity, stirring up his essence and taking his breath away in anticipation. don't stop, he tries to say, but words are little more than jumbled moans now. Eiden won't stop anyway. he knows the man better than to worry.]