doomed

Needy men

And I mean the kinda guy that gets so lost in the moment that he can't stop himself from grinding into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his breathing becomes heavy and shaky.

"M'sorry I just can't help it" he huffs, his hips doing the same motion he would if he were actually fucking you, but due to these stupid clothes that you both had on, he can't actually push himself inside, and though he could easily pull away from you and take them off so he could get some actual relief, he won't, being away from you for even a second seems to be far too much to bare, he just needs you close, needs your warmth.

Need to kiss him until we're both left breathless, my fingers tangling in his hair as I grip the collar of his shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer until we pull away, our labored breaths mingling together as we take a moment to gather what little sense we have left.

Need to slowly unbutton his shirt, leaving a trail of kisses from his lips, to his jawline, to his neck, all the way down to his belt line, looking up at him for permission to continue.

Need to see his ears turn red at the sound of his buckle coming undone and falling beside his hips.

Need to hear his breath catch in his throat and feel his hips buck a bit as I reach into his pants to finally stroke his cock, looking up only to see his head is thrown back in pleasure as I make my work.

Licking a strip up his length, leaving a wet open mouthed kiss to his tip, earning a quiet whine from him as I feel his grip in my hair tighten ever so slightly...