#gotdamn

Have you seen the carpet photos from LA s2 premier???

Big the-nigh-shift-coordinated-outfits-for-a fancy-night-out vibes

I hadn't before but I have now

⭒            *                 .                  ⸺                   that goddamn ceiling mirror.         hotel room,  the bed frame rattling with every thrust of his hips,  hard and unyielding against hers.   the lights flicker and vibrate with it,  her nails digging harder into the blades of his shoulders as she presses her heels hard against the his buttocks. she's just barely closed her eyes,  light building up behind lids, in the centers of her palms.  but she forces them open, lips parted with a throaty moan.   golden-rimmed gaze fixates on the smooth glass above them,  watching the outline of them twined together.  the shape of him over her,  her face flushed,  kiss-swollen lips open as she rocks up ‘n down bed with his motion.    "   fuck  ⸺   "               the sight of them,  the lights fading and then blazing with every withdrawl and thrust, slap of skin on skin, it’s so much.  eyes still keeping on their bodies,  drifting down over him where her nails press harder, she leans head up to press her lips to curve where neck and shoulder meet.   "    we look so fucking good together.   "         she manages to grit out, voice gravelly and thick.  she's right there.  same heat building throughout the length of her  coils and dips below her navel.  knees tremble where they're bracketing his body.   she's close.           she's damn near taking out the whole fucking power grid if he keeps this pace. after they stop and catch their breath, she's going to be on top so he can see himself.