#orb1ter

SPICE GIF BASED PROMPTS / MEMES.

if heaven existed, xavier figured it looked something like this. not a sunset, not a skyline— this: valentino above him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, lips swollen and eyes glassy as he rolled back and then forward, chasing more. better, really, than any sculpture xavier had stood in front of and pretended to understand. the audacity of a man who could look like that beautiful and still find it in him to smirk—while taking all of him, no less. val had always had nerve. and stamina. every time he rocked down on his cock, xavier had to press his fingers harder into the jut of his hips, holding on, holding off, reminding himself that finishing first was not an option he was willing to entertain.

their slick bodies moved in unison to the rhythm of old habit, the headboard eager to broadcast their reunion to the entire zip code. its thumping was so cosmically loud that it masked every breathless gasp and decadent sound of skin meeting skin. it was a sound that belonged on a record, not a mattress, he decided. the heat of the room coiled at the small of his back, making it near-impossible to keep his eyes open each time they clenched around him, gravity drawing them close. he let them flutter shut and pressed his cheek into the man's shoulder, his arm extending along their chest for leverage, steadying the tide. if that was possible. the way the younger man moved, each grind and roll was a tender kind of violence, as if designed for the very task of liquefying his brain and then some. two hours in and several new positions later, xavier could barely keep up, could barely anything to save his life. and despite the inner turmoil, the hot knot tangled in his core, everything inside him wanted more. more of the sweet fucking torture of being edged at the mercy of their pace. he'd admit, he was a glutton for punishment.