// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
Her warmth wraps around him like it was made to keep him—tight, slick, and perfect. The way she moves with him, for him, it's enough to drive him to madness. She moans, and it’s a song he’s instantly addicted to, the kind you play on repeat until you’ve memorized even the inhales between the lyrics. He wants to learn her like that. Every inch. Every tell she gives when she’s cresting into pleasure, because gods, she’s flawless.
His name on her lips, said like that—fuck if that isn't a gospel he could get on his knees for day after day. He wants it etched into memory so deeply that just hearing it could send him hunting for the nearest surface, pinning her to a wall, any excuse just to lose himself in her again.
She's nearly begging now and it’s all he can do to ride the brink amid her keening, to give her everything she’s asking for and more. "Caly," he groans into her neck like she's just destroyed him, and she nearly has. "You're fucking perfect," His mouth closes over her breast as his hands slide to her waist, gripping tight, grounding himself in the rhythm of her. He gives her what she asked for—hips snapping faster, harder, relentless as he chases the spot inside her that will make her tremble. He's trying to pull her over the edge with him—not done until she's shaking in his arms and gasping his name like it’s the only one she remembers.
His name on her lips, said like that—fuck if that isn't a gospel he could get on his knees for day after day. He wants it etched into memory so deeply that just hearing it could send him hunting for the nearest surface, pinning her to a wall, any excuse just to lose himself in her again.
She's nearly begging now and it’s all he can do to ride the brink amid her keening, to give her everything she’s asking for and more. "Caly," he groans into her neck like she's just destroyed him, and she nearly has. "You're fucking perfect," His mouth closes over her breast as his hands slide to her waist, gripping tight, grounding himself in the rhythm of her. He gives her what she asked for—hips snapping faster, harder, relentless as he chases the spot inside her that will make her tremble. He's trying to pull her over the edge with him—not done until she's shaking in his arms and gasping his name like it’s the only one she remembers.
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
