be nice ◡̈

he slides his hand around the back of your neck, sending chills running down your spine in spite of how warm and loose your body is from the weed. his nose bumps with yours, then skates along the apple of your cheek all the way to your ear to say something filthy in his low, gravelly voice.

your whole body is vibrating with need, your heart fluttering in your chest, your center aching for his touch so bad he’s got you physically squirming.

finally—finally—he ducks his head back in to offer you another kiss, and this one you take.

your mouths meet again and again and again, his hands roaming all over your body, mapping it out, squeezing and holding whatever soft and perfect part of you he can get. your bodies get mixed up and tangled, grinding and undulating together in a blur of need and want and have to have.

messy kisses and wet, slippery tongues sliding in. gasping and panting into open mouths, whimpers and whines of more, and harder, and please, that seem to echo as you whisper them back and forth over and over. time turns liquid and soupy—thick as the humid summer air outside that you were trying to escape in the first place.

you go at it for hours, until the sun starts to set in the sky and the light in the trailer melts from that brilliant gold of midday into the glowing orange of sunset that saturates the room and everything in it. the shadows grow longer, creeping across the shag carpet to curl around the two of you.