MOMENTO MORI

I love seeing you guys lovely comments under my posts.

I may not reply but just know it makes me just wanna crack open your skull, inch by inch around its circumference like its an ostrich egg, and I'm the spoon. Then I'd cut up your brain into tiny jigglely cubes so I can slurp it up and roll it around the scarred skin of my mouth, using it as flavoring for my saliva so I can taste your endorphins sliding down the back of my tongue.

Content warning: Reader is referred to as "Girl"

Arthur...oh Arthur.

To be one with the sweet outcast you two are never truly alone. Always forced to endure the presence of people or the whisks of mother nature, time together is always stark, never there when it needs to be, and infinity not enough.

By the time you two have just enough of it, you spend minutes fumbling around eachother, re-learning how to unbuckle eachothers clothes , taking time to feel his beard on your skin and hear his defendless sounds when you tug at the new growth on his scalp. You nip at the scars on his body, kissing the old and learning the new. Finding birth marks and discoloring on eachothers body's is something time can never take from you.

Arthur sinks deep. Poor baby is always so tired, body calibrating to a different, but near exact and very specific frequency, cerebrum forced to acclimatize. Aburn eye-lashes glow from the light's reflection and dilated pupils roll back as his eyes flutter close. His hips are raised, tingling and desperate to fall and cushion against the hair around your cock. He moans when you meet him half way, the air ripples with runaway whimpers and the sickening clap of something that's supposed to be private.

He memorizes your trying stride, remembers your rhythm, the pauses you take when he clenches around you, the shudder you experience as he falls back, gripping your thigh and dropping exactly as you rise; just like he would with any ride.

Again, again, again and again. You twitch all the way up, then twitch again all the way down when he throws his head back with a chest-clenching whine. The claps turn into soppy slaps, he can feel the stick and pull against his skin as he catches every beat.

His body stays vigilant, working him closer and closer to the peak, but his mind drifts light and inconspicuous like he hadn't noticed the lack of oxygen. He falls into the sea of endorphins, floating across streams of forest greens and rocky trails, tasting its salty release. He feels the sea breeze cooling the sweat rolling down his skin and breathes in the fragrance of grass, musk and mud.

"Yeah girl..." He rasped, the name of his horse edging his tongue. Your buck falters and He shudders, mind nudging against the inside of his skull, unable to distinguish the adrenaline of riding his horse and the rush of sucking in your cock. Arthur doesn't realize his mistake, taking his hand and featuring down the planes of your live chest, searching for the reins.

He makes a sharp noise from between his teeth, disapproval. "I ain't your damn horse Arthur." You breath between clenched teeth and loose lips, but he squeezes at the fat of your chest regardless, nudging at the bare of your thighs with the heel of his foot like he was consulting a restive animal.

His eyes are slow to roll open, blood gathering into bigger blotches of red particularly across his cheeks. "Then stop acting like her." He breaths, his thighs give and he flops back down on your lap with a wet splat, stopping you mid trot. Your vocal cords contracts and releases a winded groan, he hums deep in his throat, soothing you.

Arthur folds over, hand grasping at your jaw in a practical grip. Your lips tremble with the energy to breath and effort to restrain as he feathers his own against yours. His tongue licks at your lips, nibbling the flushed meat and sucking your tongue when it comes to play. He doesn't give you the honor of a kiss, the pleasure of feeding your addiction, and you know better than to take it.

You feel your way between his spread cheeks, you marvel at the wet slide, and your hardness. Your cock pulses at your own touch, veins bulging and constricted at his twitching rim. His moans vibrate through his teeth, shaking your lip as you rub at his rim, trying to slide a finger into the mess. Suddenly, he makes another sharp sound from between his molars, and with the quickness of a trained dog, you remove your hands. He chuckles. "Mmm...Look at you." He teases, kissing your neck when you flop your head back in defeat. "That's my girl."

You get drunk on the praise, losing yourself in his lips and try to catch them between yours. He hums again, disapproval, covering your disobedience with his palm, and leaning back when you try to persist. This time he takes to riding you. A reward, your mind moans but it's quickly suffocated by the swirling drain of need.

His thighs tense and sore with his own weight, carrying him up and down, then grinding foward and back, side to side until he comes delirious with his own pace. The rest of his body is just as twitchy, overwhelmed and trying to distinguish tacticals while his mind conjures fallen logs and sunshine through canopy leaves from the feelings he absorbs from your skin; Until you're achy and failing to lick sugar from his fingertips.

You warm the palm with drool and teeth and shaky moans. He doesn't even look at you, too focused on staying in the saddle. His palm rest on your chest after you raise your hips to follow the pull of his pulsing cunt. "Easy now girl..." He whispers, voice curled rough. As much as it has your cock jumping and release nudging at your bladder, your brain recognizes its desire and sends irritation nudging at your heart.

You bite his hand, hard. Beads of flesh and veins slide from between your teeth as he jolts back. He flops down hard on your lap, tingle between his webbed fingers overshadowed by the tingling in his spine. He's distracted, a untethered keen in the back of his throat, you manage to hold yours in and take the opportunity to grab the thick of his thighs and flip him over.

In the movement you squeeze out, tip snared on his rim before digging out with a dehabilitating, throbbing pop. The skin of your arm dents with the force of his grip, fingernails leaving twinge in their wake, but its merely that compared to the burning of your cock stretching open the gape of his hole, curling and scraping his hot, squishy walls exactly the way you want.

In, in, out, then In. "Wait, wait." He swallows, voice pinched thin and cracked, but still strong enough to carry far with gluttony. Arthur breathes your name, letting it waft from his shiny lips, fluttering under your nose, tickling your senses and drawing you in like a famished rodent. He whines, full of complaint, but his body was alot more forgiving than his mind.

"That's right," You swooned, ignoring his whimpers of protest and licking your way into his mouth. The sound of wet skin on wet skin has a different tone when it's you making the melody, untamed, untrained. "Its me, me. Me." you chant, feeding him your name, stuffing his mouth with every syllable until his abs soften with its meaning and bulge with more than your cock.

Content Warning: Foot fetish, Footjob (Char. Receiveing). Fem-leaning Insert 18+

She doesn't ask your permission to invade your waters, and you don't bat an eye when it topples over the edge.

Shes quiet as she watches. You're laid back against the edge of the tub, a towel cushioning your neck. Your eyes are closed and jaw relaxed, a single rippled in the water could cause you to drift away. She doesn't right the urge to mess up your tranquility.

Her hand slides down your ankle beneath the water, guiding your foot towards her lips. Without doubt, She licks the concave at the flat, and kisses the bulging joint. Shes slow as she rubs her cheek against your foot. Her eye contact sharp and burning as she brings your toe between her lips and slides it past her teeth. Her tongue wiggles between your toes and across the wrinkles as she sucks and drools. Shes baiting you, and you open one eye is slothic response.

You wretch your foot away when she bites down a little too hard, you're forced up from your slouch and she let's you go with a chuckle and a teasing show of teeth.

Irritation and heat mix in your chest as you watch her eyes close in lazy content, like she hadn't disturbed an animals nest. She lays back against the tub, her arms are laid on the edges and her legs fall open on each side. You watch her chests slow fall and steady ascent, the swell of her breast peaking out of the water.

She doesn't notice when you make your move. You plant your foot against her chest, soft. You feel the velvet texture of her breast, the pubble of her nipples, the texture of her ribs, and sink into the chub of her stomach. She doesn't pay you any mind, but you can feel the ridge clench of muscles beneath the sole of your feet.

You smirk, then you go further. You play with the hair on her lower stomach, then slide down between her pussy. She jolts hard, water sloshing over the edge. You can feel the slick pool between your toes. You slide your toe back up, then down again, feeling the slick dissolve in the water.

From your peripheral, you can see the clench of her thighs and the knuckle white grip she has on the tub. When you look up, she already watching you.

"You dirty girl." She breaths, her voice tinged weak with need but still strong enough to grab a hold of your lungs through your ribs.

She let her head fall back, slouching in the bath and sinking herself deeper into your foot. You glide your big toe along her folds. She groans as you slide it up pass her slit and up against her clit. She jolts when your press down, her hand shooting under the water to wrap around your ankle. You pinch her clit between your toes, twisting it when her nails dig into your ankles. Her grip on your foot tightens, her hips grinding down against you.

You suck your teeth and use your other foot to nudge her hand away. Her head rolls on her shoulder to look at you, her eyes heavy and pupils blown. Her hand slips away at your insist, settling back on the edge of the tube. Your throat vibrates with approval, you stroke her clit in praise.

You follow the pulsing rhythm down to her slit, feeling layers part under the skin of your toe. She breaths hard out her nose, chest rising above the water as you slip into her. She clenches down at the unsatisfactory feeling, trying to get you to touch depths you have carved into her flesh.

I'm listening to the audiobook for Project Hail Mary and I think Lokken has a crush on my mans Ryland idk

His heart was just too big for his body, and he was by no means ashamed of his emotions. His disgust showed in scrunched noses, furrowed brow and slight frowns. His anger in squinted eyes, flushed face and silence. His happiness appears in short bursts, flailing hands and big smiles, bitten lips and rapid kisses. But when he cries,

oh boy.

His eyelashes flutter, sending droplets cascading down his cheek. Your clothes get damp where he had his face pressed into your ribs. His hands are warm and pathetic against your waist as he shakes against your stomach. You don't ask what happened, you have to remove his glasses. You run your hand through his messy hair, scratch lightly at his scalp until his silent tears turn into little sniffles. Then he snakes his way up your body until he has encased you in his firm arms. He burrows into the dip of your neck, snuggling deeper like a cat searching for the dark, warm, and comfortable. You ignore the wetness of your clothes. You ignore the lips trembling at your neck, and you try to ignore how good he sounds.

He whimpers. He tilts his head up as you drag your tongue up his Adam's apple and nibble at his jaw. You kiss him as a way to sooth his distress, his lips trembling as he tries to kiss you back. He pulls away with a mellow, and you lick the salt off his cheeks.

His face a blotchy red mess. His eyes flicker up to you then back down at his hand around his cock, stuck between acknowledging the intensity of your gaze and the vulgarity of his actions. His eyes squeeze shut, his nose burns. Droplets of salt join the cum on his hands.

He sniffles as you wipe your thumb across his cheek, rubbing the indentation from his glasses on his nose bridge smearing the wetness in an attempt to dry it. His eyes stare at you with such vulnerability. They're squinted with emotion; they must burn with how they glisten and whine.

You think yourself sick with how fast your chest aches with need. You can't help how your eyes track his wet, pouty lips, and you don't fight against the urge to catch them in between your teeth. He shudders, hesitant in kissing you back. You have to pry open his mouth with your thumb, hunting down his skittish tongue. He sobs in your mouth. You know that's not what he needs, and you know you're going to hell for how little you care.

He whines when he enters you for the first time. He's big where he's propped himself above you, his arms firm but trembling. He thrusts, uncoordinated and hard. A sob drips from his throat; his glasses slide down his nose, stopping tears from landing on your face. You cry out too when he drops down to rest on your shoulders, he pistols inside you like he's trying to make himself at home. He listens to the wet slap of his balls against the small fat of your ass; he hears your hiccups for breath and drowning moans and feels your erratic pulse against his lips. You listen to the sobs and apologies that pour from his mouth, breathless and trying to be full. Cumming and flooding you with all his love.

He cries out when you enter him. His lips parted, his tongue rests lazy in his mouth, drool seeping past the corners of his bitten lips. His arms are wrapped tight around your neck, nails digging trenches from your back to your shoulders, then your shoulders to your arms. You hold him up against the wall, it digs into his back. Your hands are like claws on his thighs, keeping him up as you ease into him. You can feel the lube push around the head of your cock and drip down your length. He cries in your ear, he nibbles at your shoulder to muffle them. You jerk at the sting, he has to swallow a hiccup. The more you are inside him, the more restless he becomes. He writhes in your grip, his toes curling behind your back. His cheek rubs against yours, it stains with his tears. Anything you say just slips out between the crevices of his brain.

Imagine all the noise he makes when you start moving. They're needy, coaxing and constant, then sharp and few.

You'd persuaded him with sweet words and a pleading gaze. Feeling giddy when he agreed with stuttering words and a blushing face.

"Wait aren't I supposed to be the one um... getting humped?" You dont answer.

You set up your phone on a table, a little clumsy in your haste, and start the timer. You stand a little too close to him, giving a cheeky smile over your shoulder before you turned and bent over at the chime.

He grabs onto soft of your hips and began thrusting against you. He fumbled a bit on the rhythm, sometimes a little too slow, others a little too fast. You see the way his face flushed even redder as he hits your clothed cunt with practiced accuracy and can't help the heat that floods your chest.

You attempt it twice more, under the guise of "the angle was off" and "I forgot to take it off 2x speed". By the time you were on your 3rd attempt, he was hard. A red, fuming mess behind you. You see his reflection in the phone screen and as soon as you got the perfect shot you shifted your weight and grinded back against him.

He was startled to attention, face turning a concerning red when he met your eyes through the phone screen. He apologizes, You don't know what for.

You stand up straight, chuckling when he moved his hands away with the quickness of 'the floor is lava'. You pulled down your panties and pants in one full, impatient movement, giving a little wiggle of your hips as you bent back over the desk and spread apart your glistening flesh. He wasn't the only one turned on.

You watch him fumble with his pants behind you, finally getting the hint and being too patient to remove them with both hands. With the other, he runs his thumb along your slit, teasing the chubbing bud at the peak. He shivers when you do, eyeing the way your pussy clenched and slick oozed out.

He gathered it with the head of his penis, soothing your impatience with a hand rubbing along your writhing back. He got stuck on your slit, you both moan when you're spread apart ever so slightly and he almost cums when he slips, and slides between the tight and wet mess of your thighs.

He's transfixed there, sliding his length between the slick and the soft. His pace is inconsistent. He's soft and gentle, then loses himself and becomes rough and bolting. The tip of his cock knocking constantly against your clit and you cry out. You moan, you whine, and you huff, and you praise.

He comes before you do. His grip on your hip is bruising. He pulls you back against him like he's cumming inside you. It squints against your stomach, dripping down from your clit and dirties the floor. He uses it to rub furiously at your bud till your shaking and sobbing at loud and cumming hard against his cock.

He slumps forward, plastered against your back, glued to you with a lingering need. He whines when you move to grab your phone.

The rest of the tiktok is filmed later. Your smile is wide and glowing. His face rivals all the red hearts you would have gotten.

It was purely a joke, You'd persuad him. You were going to meet with his friends from college and wanted to do a cute transition. Just for the two of you.

He sets up the camera on the table, starting up the timer and stands back. He turned to you and gave a shy smile. As the chime went off, He turned and bent over, his back arched excessively. You're quick to grab on the fat of his hips and begin rapidly thrusting your hips against his ass; perfectly on beat. His body jolted with the movement, glasses nearly dropping off his face. he lets out moan like huffs as he took it.

God this was going on alot longer than you thought. You could feel yourself hardening beneath your clothes after the fourth attempt, cock chubbing thick with muscle memory. You were so hard you knew he felt it too.

"Um...huh."

The tiktok stopped long ago. Now only if you could too. Ryland turned back to you, rough thrusts turned into curious grinds, face slightly flushed and eyes blown a little too wide. He turned back around, head flopped down into the folds of his forearms, shifting his weight and deepening his arch to grind back against you. Just letting you have your way with him.

You couldn't help the curse that left your mouth.

"Language..." He all but out right moaned.

You don't remember if you apologized. Your cock rubbed hard against the cleft of his ass and even harder against your clothes.

He had gone strangely quiet so you opened your eyes, groaning at the sight of his taut back. The motions has his shirt riding down the arch, teasing you with twitching muscles and a defined line that runs down to the very peak of his ass. His arm was moving with the motion of someone who couldn't help himself. Up, down, Up and down. He was touching himself. His eyes were closed, red lips letting out tiny moans and bigger huffs, his hand stuffed down his pants and wrapped greedy around his cock. You thrust a little too hard at the implication, sending him barreling forward. His hand jolted from under him to steady himself, you eye the way it glistened. He turned to you face aggrieved and sweaty and red.

You remember apologizing this time. Pausing your thrusts to a soft grind as you wrap your arm around him and began unraveling his pants. You kiss his neck and pull them down, licking marks behind his ear as you jerk him off and bite against the very back of his neck like a dog with a bone as you lay him back down on the desk.

He was so wet, just leaking like a stubborn hose, moans sticky in your ears. You spread the wetness all over him, using it to stroke him with a tight unyielding grip. He trembled and moaned and grinded back. Plea balancing on the tip of his parted lips.

It doesn't take much to get him cumming. His head tips sideways, struggling to take deep breaths as his body constricted and cock jumps, twitching and crying buckets in your grip. You use one hand to fish out your own cock and pull his pants down to his ankles, distracted and letting him lick along the excess that ran down your palm.

You run the mess between the cleft of his cheeks and slide your length between them. Holding still to watch the perfect plot of his sweaty red body and your cock snug and leaking pre-cum down the line of his back. He watches you with half-lid eyes and impossibly shy cheeks, before he turns back avoiding your gaze, but the phone is still propped up infront you both and he has to watch his own face slack with pleasure and yours focused and determined with furrowed brows and wet lips.

Ryland shivers as you begin to thrust. Out, tip dipping into his hole. In, it catches on his rim, digging in ever so slightly as it pops back up. He hears himself moan and buries himself in his arms, the blush from the top of his shoulders and redness of his ass meet in the middle of his back, illuminating the pattern of freckles.

You lean down as far as you can go, kissing and connecting the dots as you lose yourself in the slide between his ass. At some point you hear the wet slap of his cock against his stomach, your thrusts get rough and desperate and you reach down to grab his half rejuvenated cock.

He flinches back too suddenly, and it causes your tip to catch on and slip pass his rim. He lets out a cry, hole clamping down tight and desperate. You faintly hear a clatter as his glasses falls off his face. He cums again and you can't catch yourself in time, the head of your cock forced in a few inches. Your tip is held onto as you cum, warmth floods inside him, some squirts out around the head of your cock. He writhes and whines as you coo and sooth him, yourself shivering and moaning.

You lay there for a bit, stuck onto his back with sweat and the need to touch. You look up at your phone, cock twitching at his reflected expression. He whines; you slip out and stare a little too long at the cum that leaks out. You reach for your phone, ignoring the way it presses your cock hard against his ass. This take was the best. You huff at the irony.

The second part of the transition is filmed much later. You're both visibly flushed, glowing, and the marks on his neck fail to be hidden.

Warnings: 18+, Adult Toph (ofc), a little rushed lmao

You stood Infront the mirror, various containers of pigmented paste lay around as you carefully perfected your face paint. Every swipe of the brush carried colour across your skin, every stoke brought you closer to the exhilarating image conjured by your creative mind.

"Are you doing your make-up again?"

She moved softer than most, quieter, more mindful. She was always quite difficult to hear coming, her steps light as she wandered up behind you, but you knew her well. The airy sounds of her became second nature, an instinct that tickled when she was near. You knew when she spoke with mockery, but not with any malice. Toph never understood your customs, but she tried to tolerate it. 'Make-up doesn't save your skin in a battle' she said. 'If I die, at least I will look good' you rebutted. Her face had grown sour in seconds; it had you giggling for hours.

"Would you like me to do yours?" You merely jested.

You knew how she felt about her appearance, or rather the non-necessity to alter it. For good reason you assume, but looking at the way her brows furrowed, eyelashes kissed her pale cheek and plump lips twisting up in refusal you couldn't help but think about how pretty she was, and how beautiful she would look with her face in your hands and your colours on her cheeks.

"I told you already I have no interest in your make-"

"And I already told you it's not make-up," You shut it down, standing up to face her. You stared right at the very embodiment of defiance and swiped your thumb across her lips, smearing it a bright red.

"It's just paint."

Warnings: 18+, Reader has a "cock", Use of "boy".

Rough sex with them. Your cock bullies its way in and out of their puffy hole, the surface you lean on creaks at your rough and quick movements but the claws at your back and desperate clenching around your dick force any rationality from your brain. It's rough and painful, hard surface scratching at the flesh of their back but their legs lock desperately behind your back, lips leaking praise, forcing you back into their soppy and already spoilt cunt.

"Fuck...Ye-Yeah, right here..."

"C'mon...ha...harder..!"

"That's it, That's a good fucking boy..."

They whined, voice stretched a thin mess. Muscles strain against you then relaxing in the next second. The slight burning from your teeth sinking into their soft flesh has them clenching around you before they're drawn towards your lips with a gravitational like pull. They kiss you like they've been starved, deep and savoury, teeth nipping at the flesh that surrounds them like a prisoner savoring their final meal. Your mouths fill with each other's blood. It tastes like pennies, off-putting to most but fuck if it doesn't a bullied moan from their throats, tongue darting out to lap up every smear. Licking the wounds as an apology or to coax out more.

It was so suffocating, the burst of blinding pleasure as you plunged into them. 'it hurts' their mind stutters out as their toes curl up against ur back, pleasure gripping their minds so hard they cant tell when their body is begging to be let go. They become pliant against you, skin hot, bruised and stained with a mix of their fluids. They can barely concentrate and their face twists with pain. You slow down, teasing them with degrading taunts and whispers, but they feel the love in every deep brush against their insides, and without meaning to they just take it. Whimpers bubbling behind their clenched lips and vision becomes unfocused as they threaten to roll back into their skull.

Theyre slow to come around, but quick to run their swollen lips. Their face a mean, fucked out flush, eyes hazy but glaring with such amazing defiance as they degrade you with your cock still up their twitching hole.

"...ah-why did you stop..?"

"F'uc-Fuuck...you're such an asshole..."

"I hate you so d-Ahhmm much...!"

They're smart, they're prideful. Slow to change their tone, manipulation that usual works. But you know better, and so do they. So they try to take matters into their own hand, forcing their body against the rough surface they're held against to bounce themselves up and down, legs digging into your back to force you in deeper. They kiss around your neck, your jaw, and when they're denied your lips, their attitude falters. You can see it in the way their expression grows teary, so distraught, so wronged. They can feel the heat in their gut dispense and gather around your cock, highlighting how good you feel inside them. How good you fuck them up and how much you put up with them. So they swallow back an exasperated sob and then beg for it.

"C'mon baby...Ah- didn't meant it..."

"Im- s'orry..."

"Oh god- I need it...please-!"

"please..- please..."

Their faces flush even deeper with embarrassment. They try close their eyes to escape the self-satisfaction on your face, but you grip their jaw and force them to maintain eye contact as you pull out fast and push back in harder. The slide is so smooth, so wet. Your cock slides in with a sickening sound, the wetness of it all leaves little friction to be had. You watch tears gather in their beautiful eyes, falling down their jittering chest and joining the slick mess between your legs.

They don't even understand how much they affect you. Their body bouncing with each thrust, enticing you more than any trap. You lean in closer, enough for their breath to warms your lips; you stare deep into each-other's eyes soaking in the waves of pleasure that passes through your expressions. Raspy tired moans drip from their throat like honey. You lick a long stride up their neck, tasting the salt off their skin as you pushed deeper inside them. Their eyes beg for a kiss. Deny them again. Keeping them wanting, until they're bursting at the seams and they don't know what they're begging for.

Warnings: 18+, dubius-consent.

As children you both loved sleepovers. you were always at each other's house, snuggled under the covers, sharing laughs, giggles and snot bubbles. Even as you grew older you two always found yourselves taking refuge in each other's homes. It was a thing share between only the two of you. Even now you find yourself wrapped in his sheets, hyper aware of the heat that radiates off him. You were about to learn that just because tradition doesn't end, doesn't mean they can't change.

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You woke up gradually, sweating, breathing heavily and confused and way too aware of the breath on the back of your neck. You're sluggish, too slow to realized when he shuffles closer practically fusing to your back, his musk invading your nose, hot and suffocating. You try to shift away, your heart picking up speed and pounding against your fragile rib cage. 'A mistake' your brain conjures, searching for any excuse, anything that could distract you from the heat coursing through your veins and the solid body that stuck close to your skin. Over the years you'd spent together you had grown use to his presence but never like this.

This proximity forces you to feel everything, especially how much hotter he seems and just how much he starts to squirm. You feel the same pounding in his chest, its erratic and fearful the way its trying to jump out his chest. You stiffen as his hands grip your sides, lips trembling against your skin. A nightmare, you think by the way he whimpers and whines into your neck, dragging you impossible closer until you're slotted together like a jigsaw pupzzle, and hunching himself in you as if to hide.

You refuse to acknowledge it. Mind and will overpowering your traitorous body. You and Mark were friends, just friends. You played tag together as kids, played uno with each other's families, caught frogs in a ditch and ate dirt out each other's hands. You remember his gummy grin. For God's sake you knew him since he was a child. You could never think of him in this way, never, never, never. You didn't notice the way he grew taller, filling out his clothes in ways you could only imagine. You didnt notice the way his voice deepened, every call of your name sending shivers down your spine. You didn't notice how his gummy smile transformed into that shiny bashful grin, framed by those plump pink lips. You didn't notice. You couldn't notice. You didn't. You— could have sworn he moaned your name.

His heavy breath fans across your flushed skin, his heart pounding against you in the same rhythm, so in sync as if he's feeding on what you radiate. He squirms against your back like a worm, muscles tensing to grip your sides until pain fans across your waist, ripping at the last of your restraint. You're just about ready to turn around and wake him before you feel it— Something grinds against your ass, strong as steel and relentless. Only then you realize his whimpers and whines change into something more like a groan which then bleeds into gasps and moans as you find yourself rolling your ass into his arousal.

For someone so strong, he is painfully vulnerable in mind, responding so generously to your touch. "F-Fuck..." has you mindlessly shifting each other's positions, and settling right on top his throbbing arousal, putting in extra work to coax more sounds from his drool smeared lips.