#maulsmut

There’s a certain vulnerability maul feels while making love to you. A different kind of vulnerability exposed not through torture, but tenderness. A feeling so powerful and unfamiliar that floods his senses while he slowly rocks his body above yours. Fingers graze across scars and bruises, lips passionately wrap around one another, soft echoes of pleasure escape through breathless kisses. Maul has never known gentleness, only suffering. To know and feel its opposite, carnal pleasure bundled in promises of devotion and love, overwhelms him like none other. Maul’s dick rhythymically pushes past your walls while your hips roll in tandem, a coordinated dance of passion. You sit atop his lap, watching his face contort in pleasure while tears roll down his cheeks. His fingers grip your hips in a hold sure to leave a bruise later.

“My darling- fuck, I love you so much. P-please, don’t stop.” 

Whispered love confessions and skin slapping against skin fill the steamy room. You coo gentle affirmations in his ear as you bring him to his peak. Maul gasps and chokes on his sobs for breath, feeling so loved and cherished by his darling, still so unfamiliar to him. Your fingers graze his cheek to wipe away his tears tenderly. With a sharp moan and panted breaths, he bucks his hips up and pumps his load into you, shuddering with its forceful impact. 

“Oh you did so well, my love.”