Let me paint a picture for you, I'm feeling like Bob Ross
The reassurance slides through him warm and immediate, wrapping itself around the last lingering hesitation. The sound that leaves him next is one born from complete surrender to her and everything she's done to him. It's a low, rumbling thing, deeply set and satisfied at the sight of her beneath him. Beneath her hand, his fingers tighten faintly, the shape of his control still there beneath all the feral want threatening to consume him outright. He can feel the way her pulse flutters beneath his grip. Feel the answering tremble running through her body each time he moves against her. Feel the greedy, brilliant heat of her wanting him still.
It nearly destroys him. His forehead drops against hers again, breath shuddering out between clenched teeth as her trembling echoes through him hard enough to make his own rhythm falter for half a second before he catches it again. Every roll of his body against hers grows rougher around the edges after that, restraint fraying too obviously now. Feeling it all from both sides at once, the doubled sensation drives straight into the pressure already wound tight inside him with devastating force.
You are ju— The thought breaks apart halfway to language, overwhelmed by sensation before it fully forms, leaving little more than a panted growl of her name. Breath comes harder now, strangled back by his own hand, her experience bleeding into his until he may as well be choking himself. His pulse kicks wildly for it, his arousal climbing rapid and reckless. It's fed on one end by the slick pour of her desire, ruinous in its own right, welling around him as he sinks into with every relentless thrust. On the other end, it leans into the seat of his palm, the sensation prickling new and demanding.
Flora, slips through the bond ragged and reverent alike, followed immediately by another staggering sweep of pressure mounting tighter and insistent. He's nearing the brink hard enough that it feels like it'll be less than relief and more pure mercy at this point.
It nearly destroys him. His forehead drops against hers again, breath shuddering out between clenched teeth as her trembling echoes through him hard enough to make his own rhythm falter for half a second before he catches it again. Every roll of his body against hers grows rougher around the edges after that, restraint fraying too obviously now. Feeling it all from both sides at once, the doubled sensation drives straight into the pressure already wound tight inside him with devastating force.
You are ju— The thought breaks apart halfway to language, overwhelmed by sensation before it fully forms, leaving little more than a panted growl of her name. Breath comes harder now, strangled back by his own hand, her experience bleeding into his until he may as well be choking himself. His pulse kicks wildly for it, his arousal climbing rapid and reckless. It's fed on one end by the slick pour of her desire, ruinous in its own right, welling around him as he sinks into with every relentless thrust. On the other end, it leans into the seat of his palm, the sensation prickling new and demanding.
Flora, slips through the bond ragged and reverent alike, followed immediately by another staggering sweep of pressure mounting tighter and insistent. He's nearing the brink hard enough that it feels like it'll be less than relief and more pure mercy at this point.
Kaisel
They don't gotta ask 'cause they know I'm him
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
