#lex.thoughts

the type of prone bone where he rests his forehead against the back of your head, heaving breath as rolls his hips so steadily into you... with every thrust he's pushing your ass up, bringing your pussy closer to him so he hits deep... having him pressed against your back feels so comforting, so safe, but also so hot. the temperature between you gets warmer by the second, and before long his every move is sticky and slippery and sweaty, but it feels sooo good... the overwhelming physical contact gets you that much closer to cumming, and his cock slides into you so perfectly... it feels so damn good that you start sobbing between moans of pleasure, completely lost in the feeling, until his voice cuts in from all the panting he's been doing, resting his lips against your shoulder before gently craning your head back with a hand under your jaw...

cold mornings being stirred awake by your f/o who’s in the process of getting out of bed, your arms instinctively reaching out to grab them before they completely separate from the sheets, clinging to their safe and comfortable warmth.

makoto tachibana screams tits guy to me, in the way that his big hands like to instinctively paw at your breasts and thumb at your nipples, because not only does he appreciate the many ways you body responds to pleasure, but also because he gets insanely flustered at the way you whine his name so sweetly when he does

karasu can’t figure out why in gods name you keep staring at his damn hands. it's a daily occurrence, almost randomly, but glaringly apparent all the same. it bothers him more than he wants to admit.