MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
She’s really letting him take the reins here, evident in how she shifts and accommodates him, even as his smoldering gaze harbors questions. But she’s quick to answer them both audibly and with her body, shivers running up and down his spine as he gives into her, as her tones linger on his name and draw it out. Who is he to deny the both of them?
Her legs shift and he presses in deeper, diving into the blankets with her as her nose brushes against his own, as the hand he has at her hip helps adjust her to make it easier for the both of them. And it falls away, trailing up her leg to her hip, skipping the scar completely, and moving to her back, to help support her so she doesn’t have all her weight on her elbows. He finds it hard to avoid diving in for the kiss, but he refrains for a few excruciating moments to begin to pick a rhythm with her help and adjusting, shifting so they match in a way that has his breath heaving, his head lowering to press his kisses to her lips, to her jaw, to her neck, leaving more of those marking bites with every driving thrust, keeping himself close to her for her hands to roam wherever she chose.
His hand rises to her hair now, fingers twisting into her dark brown hair, hovering just enough that their torsos can rub up against one another on the trail he takes back to capture her lips again.
Her legs shift and he presses in deeper, diving into the blankets with her as her nose brushes against his own, as the hand he has at her hip helps adjust her to make it easier for the both of them. And it falls away, trailing up her leg to her hip, skipping the scar completely, and moving to her back, to help support her so she doesn’t have all her weight on her elbows. He finds it hard to avoid diving in for the kiss, but he refrains for a few excruciating moments to begin to pick a rhythm with her help and adjusting, shifting so they match in a way that has his breath heaving, his head lowering to press his kisses to her lips, to her jaw, to her neck, leaving more of those marking bites with every driving thrust, keeping himself close to her for her hands to roam wherever she chose.
His hand rises to her hair now, fingers twisting into her dark brown hair, hovering just enough that their torsos can rub up against one another on the trail he takes back to capture her lips again.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
