my bones are caving in

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

The sweat, the rocking and rolling, the rhythm they dance - it is all part of what he has come to know and accept, to enthusiastically and actively participate in, to drive each other wild and express how they feel without outright saying the words. It was intimate, it was a rush of energy and pleasure and senses going into overdrive. Deep groans shuddered through him with her every touch, with every motion they performed, leaning into her lips against his neck, pressing his hot skin against her, encouraging her to bite, to bruise, to taste the sweat that her actions ushered from him.

But she's just teasing him,  her focus drifting inward as the wave comes - he feels it, his own desire mounting, causing shivers to roll down his legs, to twitch and dance along the firm and flexed muscles of his back and buttocks. Then she is biting him, and he almost whimpers as the release comes in the next thrust, tremors shuddering their way all over his body as their orgasms climaxed, as his seed spilled, hot and wet against the protection, his manhood pulsing as more waves came, riding out her heat, her tension, her tremors with her.

They are moaning together, gasping for breath, and he leans back as he came the final time, also using this vantage to simply look at her, to see her in all her glory. Then his forehead pressed upon her shoulder, leaning against her, holding her close against him, relishing in it while he can. He pushed a kiss against her chest, in between breaths, hmming a low satisfied sound as he then rocks them both backwards, his other hand coming up to ensure she comes with him, to hold her with possessive firmness along her waistline, to gently fondle the underside of her breasts with both of his thumbs as she lays on top of him.

"I think I can clear you for normal duties," he says softly, smiling that recently satisfied smile, chuckling softly as he realises his game lasted far shorter than he intended, but finding it all worthwhile regardless.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE