[ Lighter's never wanted for warmth. Even when it didn't benefit him, that's always been his wreath, his laurel of fire. And still he's never felt anything quite like the clutch of her body as he bottoms out, her willing heat melted where it meets him skin to skin. Like this, he's unadorned, harnessed by neither his sovereign gold or lowering red — not even the scorched silver of his regret hangs around his neck, knotted at his throat like a noose. But if he has the opportunity to wear anything to remind him of why he still matters, he hopes its the crescent phases of her fingertips delving into his skin.
He stretches his hips into the soft, dense circle of her thighs, belly banding with tension where it rests his weight firmly against hers. He can feel her heartbeat where it thrums against his, the pulse of her walls closed around him — it's the sweetest he thinks he's ever heard blood sing. His angle shifts upwards just enough to nudge at her clit, cock twitching deep inside her at the flutter of nerves it awakens. ]
Alright. [ A murmur rusted over with breathlessness, not from a lack of stamina but from how stunning she is to feel. He dips a loose kiss against her mouth, quickly being unable to resist the taste of her kiss-wetted lips. ] Breathe out. I've got you.
[ Trailing his mouth across her jaw in flashes of tongue, soothing discomfort where he can, he eases back and thrusts in earnest. There's strength in the motion, the way he lifts and buries his cock deep into the tender well of her body, but his rhythm measures itself, almost too aware. ]
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He stretches his hips into the soft, dense circle of her thighs, belly banding with tension where it rests his weight firmly against hers. He can feel her heartbeat where it thrums against his, the pulse of her walls closed around him — it's the sweetest he thinks he's ever heard blood sing. His angle shifts upwards just enough to nudge at her clit, cock twitching deep inside her at the flutter of nerves it awakens. ]
Alright. [ A murmur rusted over with breathlessness, not from a lack of stamina but from how stunning she is to feel. He dips a loose kiss against her mouth, quickly being unable to resist the taste of her kiss-wetted lips. ] Breathe out. I've got you.
[ Trailing his mouth across her jaw in flashes of tongue, soothing discomfort where he can, he eases back and thrusts in earnest. There's strength in the motion, the way he lifts and buries his cock deep into the tender well of her body, but his rhythm measures itself, almost too aware. ]