bad omen

kisses to his lips, a dirty affair with bites and licks and swipes of his tongue that you could never prepare yourself for. his hands wandering from your shoulders down your back to your waist, holding you against him as you whine desperately in his lap. 

kisses to the back of his ear you grind into his lap, his hands trailing under your shirt to take it off. your bodies pressed together as close as physically possible, the only sounds echoing across the room are your panting and his groans when your teeth graze his sensitive skin.

kisses to his inner thighs, a gentle press of your lips followed by the sting of your bite. stroking him off in slow, teasing motions while you do it, grinning against his skin at the way he squirms under you and asks for more, please. pulling back to admire the artwork you’ve laid out on his blank canvas, promising him that you would replace them when they faded.

kisses to the small of his back when you’re massaging him, his skin glistening with oil as the heels of your hands work out any tension in his body. the groan he lets out at the soft touch of your lips is ultimately different to the ones he would let out when you got to a particularly tough knot - it was full of longing, desire, heat. a promise of more.

kisses to his hands where they’re entangled with yours, a sweet connection between the two of you that he needs while he’s fucking you. needs to know that you’re there with him, that you’re real, that he’s the only one that gets to have you like this. you move your joint hands to your lips from where they had been pinned above you, the possessive glint in his eyes and the sharpness of his thrusts in return making you kiss him over and over.

kisses to his chest when you’re laying over him, bodies sweat-slicked and breaths coming down from your highs. you’re both too tired to speak, too spent to move, but your head is pressed to his heartbeat and your lips say what you’re thinking. his hand moves to tangle into your hair, scratching at your scalp gently and keeping you there, held against him like you’re his most prized possession. 

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sfw version