Emblem3

Wesley: It was always rough with Wesley, but that was the way you both preferred it, fingers raking at skin, heavy sighs and moans, quick, powerful thrusts that always brought you to a tremendous end. He'd invade your every sense, his sweaty face above yours all you could see, his lips pressed to every inch of bare skin he could reach all you could feel, your name falling from his mouth all you could hear. He'd use his fingers everywhere he could, gripping your waist for support, pulling at your hair, trailing slowly up your thigh, caressing your face in the darkness as you're coming down from your high.

Keaton: You loved that you hated having sex with Keaton. You both loved and hated the way he teased you all the way to end. No matter how excited he got, he'd always take it painfully slow, rolling his body into yours in long, measured thrusts that left you gasping, begging him to speed up. He would just chuckle huskily into your ear and murmur something about patience, his hot breath fanning across your skin making you even more desperate for him to speed up. In the end though, the finish you wait so long for is always worth it.