// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
When she shatters in his arms, it drags a deep, approving sound from his throat. The sound of her, the feel of her, the way she comes undone for him, it flares white hot through him. Her nails bite crescents into his shoulders, thighs clamping like she means to fuse them together, her hips bucking into him with frantic abandon, and all of it ignites him further. He holds her through the quake of it, through the tremor that rolls from her core up through her chest, steadying her even as he trembles with the effort. Water hammers his side, runs down their legs, steam curling around them like smoke from a ritual.
He thrusts into her again, chasing the spasm of her release, driving into the pulse of her orgasm with a hunger sharpened by the sight of her shaking, clinging, burning in his arms. “That’s it—fuck, Flora.” It rips out of him nearly unintelligible as his hips jerk forward helplessly, caught by the force of her pleasure's tide. Her body's so tight around him he swears his vision flickers, release rolling through her in waves, voice ricocheting in the small space on his name, and that’s what does it. He's gone, absolutely gone. His body locks tight to hers, arms crushing her closer, as if she’s the only thing in the world that can hold him together while he breaks.
He buries his face against her neck, a raw groan torn free. His breath fractures against her skin, uneven and helpless as every muscle braces against the sheer force of what she pulls from him. For a moment, there is nothing but the two of them locked together, quivering through the same wild and consuming crest. He's forced to stagger a shaking step forward, granting some of her back to the wall, leaning into each of their tremors until they begin to ebb.
His forehead presses hard to hers, breath still broken, grip still tight as if afraid that letting even an inch of space return will undo everything they just fell through together. “Flora…” Her name is all he manages, wrecked and reverent, full of a love too big to fit anywhere but here. He slides them down slowly, trembling and ruined, yet somehow rebuilt just the same.
He thrusts into her again, chasing the spasm of her release, driving into the pulse of her orgasm with a hunger sharpened by the sight of her shaking, clinging, burning in his arms. “That’s it—fuck, Flora.” It rips out of him nearly unintelligible as his hips jerk forward helplessly, caught by the force of her pleasure's tide. Her body's so tight around him he swears his vision flickers, release rolling through her in waves, voice ricocheting in the small space on his name, and that’s what does it. He's gone, absolutely gone. His body locks tight to hers, arms crushing her closer, as if she’s the only thing in the world that can hold him together while he breaks.
He buries his face against her neck, a raw groan torn free. His breath fractures against her skin, uneven and helpless as every muscle braces against the sheer force of what she pulls from him. For a moment, there is nothing but the two of them locked together, quivering through the same wild and consuming crest. He's forced to stagger a shaking step forward, granting some of her back to the wall, leaning into each of their tremors until they begin to ebb.
His forehead presses hard to hers, breath still broken, grip still tight as if afraid that letting even an inch of space return will undo everything they just fell through together. “Flora…” Her name is all he manages, wrecked and reverent, full of a love too big to fit anywhere but here. He slides them down slowly, trembling and ruined, yet somehow rebuilt just the same.
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
