#ken-dom posts

LARS + AUTISTIC TRAITS & EXPERIENCES

LARS + AUTISTIC TRAITS & EXPERIENCES

LARS + AUTISTIC TRAITS & EXPERIENCES

Haven’t written my beloved in a while and found something short in my drafts to work with, so here it is!

NSFW, making out, dry humping, touching over clothes, cumming in pants, gn reader

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Lars dry humps you when you first start making out. It all starts with soft, chaste kisses of course, but before long he finds himself whimpering because he wants to kiss with tongue, wants to feel like he’s drowning in you, wants to taste you. His mind runs away with him, even when you’re not there. It’s scary but it’s exciting.

So, he absolutely melts when you part your lips and slide your tongue against his, tries to stop a moan escaping but, oops! it slips out and he burns with embarrassment. All the while the kiss is increasingly needy and just a little sloppy as a side effect of that neediness.

His hands grip — experimentally at first, and then with abandon — at any part of you he can reach while his trousers grow uncomfortably tight. It’s an attempt to ground himself, to focus on stopping that feeling before it slips out of his control. He tries thinking about chopping wood, but even that reminds him of the time you told him how sexy he looks doing it and he feels himself twitch in his pants.

Do you get off on the thought of him the way he does on the thought of you?

He finds it harder and harder to ignore the instinct to bury himself completely inside you, see how it feels to be completely lost in pleasure with you wrapped around every part of him, as warm and soft as your kisses. But it scares him. What if he doesn’t do it right? What if you don’t like it? What if it hurts to touch you more than this?

He tests the waters; for you and for himself, rolling his hips just once to gauge your reaction and that of his own body. He bites his lip… god, he needs to do that again. You hook a leg around his waist, nodding, breathless, and he knows that’s your go ahead. He ruts desperately, forehead pressed to yours as you pull him closer. He nods too, signalling his consent.

Your hand snakes between your bodies, slowing his hips, and he feels you rubbing him over his clothes. Suddenly there isn’t a thought in his head except, more! don’t stop! along with some profanities he’d blush to repeat out loud — and then, even though your fingers are feint, slow, cautious, he feels the most overwhelming release pulse through him, cock throbbing, thick, hot cum filling his underwear. He groans through the pleasure, and somewhere from within the haze he hears your praise filling his ears and feels a surge of butterflies in his gut.